A Day in the Life

Top 25 & NYE 2011

2012-01-18T17:26:00.006-07:00

>listening to: destroyer<

After months of speculating, I have FINALLY concluded my list of 25 best albums released in 2011. I began compiling my favorite albums from the year in November and it took me the remainder of the year to iron out the list.
The top 5 fell into place immediately and unquestionably- in fact, the day Circuital was released, I fell in love with the track, "Wonderful (The Way I Feel)" and instantly deemed it "#1 Album of 2011" solely for that song; regardless of the fact that I was anticipating the release of several other albums (some which ended up ranking much lower on my list). Obviously, the rest of the album was equally as spectacular. I fucking love Yim Yames.
And Metals? If you haven't immersed yourself in the grandeur that is Metals, you are truly missing out- to say the least. I nearly overlooked this album because it was a follow-up to Feist's critically acclaimed, The Reminder- an album that never impressed me. Fortunately, I gave it a chance and it blew my expectations out of the water. It is absolutely resplendent- oh yeah, and then there was THIS!

6-10 also lined up with similar relative ease. From there, though, I ran into difficulty. I was aware of what made up the rest of the list; but determining which albums out-ranked others was what took me months to do. In fact, it still rotates almost daily.
Conclusively, 2011 saw a slew of fantastic albums. My favorites are as follows, in specific order.

Circuital- My Morning Jacket (Please tell me you saw the video for 'Holdin' On To Black Metal'.)

Metals- Feist†

Helplessness Blues- Fleet Foxes*

The Head and The Heart- The Head and the Heart†

Bon Iver- Bon Iver†

The King is Dead- The Decemberists*

Loud Plans Fly Low- The Rosebuds
100 Lovers- DeVotchKa (I was utterly obsessed with '100 Other Lovers' all year.)
Simple Math- Manchester Orchestra*†
21- Adele
Blood Pressures- The Kills (I looove the video for 'The Last Goodbye'.)Torches- Foster the People***†
In the Mountain, In the Cloud- Portugal. The Man
El Camino- The Black Keys†

Suck It & See- Arctic Monkeys*†

Father, Son, Holy Ghost- GIRLS†

Cults- Cults

I Want That You Are Always Happy- The Middle East

Valley of Decision- Horse Thieves

Burst Apart- The Antlers

Hurry Up, We're Dreaming- M83†

Kaputt- Destroyer† (If you haven't heard 'Bay of Pigs' yet, you're truly missing out on a great track. Maybe the single best track of the year, aside from 'Wonderful'.)

Give You the Ghost- Poliça (Hey- thanks for the personal recommendation, Justin Vernon. ;)
King of Limbs- Radiohead†!!!!
The People's Key- Bright Eyes*
*= I was fortunate enough to have seen this band live in 2011.
†= I will have the opportunity of seeing this band perform at COACHELLA! (or elsewhere) in 2012.
***= sort of, attempted to see live in 2011...

I was unexpectedly disappointed by both of the Radiohead and Bright Eyes' releases this year. They weren't terrible by any means, but I didn't find the albums as astouding as other artist's releases this year or in comparison to past releases of their own. Perhaps I was somewhat let down because I have such high expectations for both bands.

And although it's a bit late, here are some photos of myself and my lovely friends ringin' in the New Year.

So, 2012 is in full swing and travel dreams are slowly transforming into plans: Mexico (again), California for COACHELLA!, Seattle, Portland- and yes, even Germany. I know- crazy, right? I always wanted to see Australia first- or even Ireland- but why pass up this opportunity?

Until next time.

2011.

2011-12-31T14:57:00.003-07:00

>listening to: the head & the heart<

It is unbelievable that these words will be the last I write in 2011- especially considering the vast amount of writing I did this year. But here I sit, composing my goodbyes to 2011.
Where did it go? It seems to have simultaneously sped by and dragged on as if six years took place in one. It hasn't been five months since I soaked up the mid-summer sun on the beach in Ixtapa, has it? And watching an old friend leave for a new adventure couldn't have been merely two months ago...
It has been an emotional roller coaster of a year and despite the fact that what I'm taking from 2011 outweighs everything I'm leaving behind, I would be lying if I said I wasn't ready for the future.

The magnitude of this year is overwhelming; unforgettable, beyond any doubt. I'm thankful for 2011 as a whole and wouldn't trade my 25th year for anything.

Thanks for the memories (and everything else), you guys. One fateful weekend in late February 2011, I decided to party like I was 19 again- and have yet to stop. 2011 will definitely go down in history as my ultimate boozehound party year!

And, in no particular order, some photos from the past year.

Here's to 2011 & the beginning of a New Year! CHEERS BITCHES!

they say it's your birthday.

2011-10-09T14:32:00.000-06:00

Happy 71st Birthday, Mr. Lennon.

JRB

2011-08-15T16:51:00.004-06:00

>listening to: the head & the heart<

Wasn't she gorgeous?

2011-08-12T05:55:00.000-06:00

notable.

2011-08-06T02:54:00.001-06:00

My thoughts are dirrrty (THAT dirty, 3 rrr's) & my kicks are clean.

booooooom

2011-08-04T21:23:00.002-06:00

And that is IN

times twoooooo

they say it's your birthday party!

2011-08-02T12:05:00.002-06:00

A few of the entertaining photos I snapped over my dear friend Jessica's birthday weekend.
I'm glad you survived without any ambulance rides or alcohol poisoning, girl!! : ) Here's to 22! Love you, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

The first shot of the shitshow... You can tell it's just getting started because I don't yet resemble a gypsy...

It was hotter than a motherfucker so my hair went up quickly. After several jello and Sailor Jerry shots, I was somehow convinced to wear my scarf around my head, thus resembling a cross between a gypsy, Jimi Hendrix and a ninja... haha, I can't believe they let me walk around looking like that. : ) (people love when I make an ass of myself!)

There was a spill...

...I had to document.

Drunkies.

What makes me love you despite the reservations?

2011-07-28T18:22:00.000-06:00

Fleet Foxes with my sister & my birthday soul mate. <3

Check out Fleet Foxes if you haven't already. They definitely rank high on my list of current favorites and are climbing every day! It's refreshing to find a new band that is undoubtedly influenced by a band from the 1960's. Listening to Fleet Foxes always gives me the urge for some Benjamin Braddock. ;)

pulled me out of time, hung me on the line.

2011-07-21T11:06:00.001-06:00

Meeting Wayne and living The Hangover in Vegas was monumental. Mexico and Venice Beach were..... Just fucking retarded amazing.

This is shaping up to be the best summer of my life. One of these days I will get around to posting pictures and detailing all of the debauchery. Stay tuned! : )

A Killer Conversation...

2011-07-09T15:43:00.009-06:00

...that I thought was worth documenting.

S: "We just chillin'... Kickin' back tough. Your boyfriend is here, come over!
A: "Haha, my potential serial killer boyfriend? Yesssss. ;) Are you guys going to stay there all night?"
S: "I dunno, I guess there's some humungous party around the corner that these floofs might go to, but I'm not down. Ted Bundy is hella down though haha."
A: "Not down for the party? I'd go with Jack the Ripper, but I like my insides on the inside."
S: "Nah... John Wayne Gacy said he's looking to get down tonight. How do you feel about one last wild night before your wedding??"
A: "Hahah, I am seriously laughing out loud."

P.S.- There will be a pachanga upon my return from Mexico.

oh yes.

2011-07-09T00:46:00.000-06:00

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

and that is in.

And the survey says!

2011-06-29T06:36:00.002-06:00

Remember those silly surveys from myspace? As I was clearing out my inbox recently, I found one that I had filled out in either 2007 or 2008... My answers made me laugh so I decided to fill it out again to see how much I've changed. Not a whole lot in four years... It's a mile long, I forgot that these surveys ask the most asinine and pointless questions. Ha, enjoy!

Name? Amanda.
Age? 21. | 25.
Current location? Marriott Rewards. | Something is keeping me here. Not sure what.
Place of birth? Es El See. | SLC.
Marital status? Single, as always. | Single.
Hobbies/Interests/Favorite hobby? Music. Hiking. Biking. | I have the same hobbies I had when I was 21! I guess some things never change.
Play any musical instruments? I wish! I took guitar classes in high school. Too bad it didn't stick. | I need to get a bridge for my violin.
Can you sing? Not at all…. Doesn't stop me from doing so, though. | Still can't sing, but it still doesn't stop me from belting songs out at the top of my lungs.
Favorite band/music group/composer? The Beatles. The Doors. Pink Floyd. | Obviously, The Beatles are my favorite band. It also goes without saying that there are several classic bands who's music I know inside and out; that I will always regard as favorites (Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, YES). Having said that, part of being "a favorite" for me means the opportunity to experience a band live or awaiting a new album. This is where my other favorites, Arcade Fire, The Decemberists, The Flaming Lips and Modest Mouse fit in.. There are other favorites for now, but they tend to rotate... I guess it was a loaded question, huh? Not as black and white as my answer four years ago!Favorite type of music? Classic Rock and indie. | The same!
Do you like to travel? I really, really wish I could afford to travel. | I love to travel! I'm glad I have more of the means to travel now as opposed to when I first filled out this survey.
What is the coolest place you have ever been to on vacation? Yellowstone. Oregon. Mexico. | Mexico & Hawaii.
Favorite movie? The Notebook. | The Graduate.
Favorite song? Comfortably Numb & A Day in the Life. | This answer is similar to "favorite band"... There are several songs that I will always love- that no other songs will ever surpass, like the two I mentioned before. There are songs that I fall in love with and play over and over until the lyrics are imprinted in my brain. I would consider those favorites, if even just briefly. Right now my favorites are 'Wonderful' by My Morning Jacket, 'What is the Light' by The Flaming Lips and 'Someone You'd Admire' by Fleet Foxes.

Favorite TV show? I miss The Office. : ( | I miss Dexter. The Office has become meh. Other than that, I don't watch telly much anymore.

Relationships (oh goody)
What do you look for in the preferred sex? Compassion. Trust. | Exactly. Also, the ability to make me smile.
What is the first thing you notice about the preferred sex? Hands, smile. | I'm really diggin' beards lately... Still dig hands, still dig smiles- of course. Nice teeth are important.. Eyes.
Would you engage in a long-term, serious relationship with a total idiot because they were physically attractive? Fuck that. | Nah, not long term. I might engage in a nice summer fling with a beautiful idiot though. haha
Preferred hair color? Dark. | Dark.
Preferred eye color? Dark. | Either. Both. Like Zoe. haha.
FamilyAre your parents still together? Yes. They love each other. | Yes. They still love each other.
Do you live with them? No. I miss them. | Yes. So glad they're a big part of my world.
Any siblings? Mikey. | No new siblings... Well except my sister Gaby, of course.
Are you and your family close? Yes. | Closer than ever.
Your family heritage is? Momma is Mexican and Daddy is the coolest white guy ever. | Irexican.
Do you have a best friend? Yes. | Several, better than best.
Many close friends? Many. | Many. Probably just about the same ones I was referring to before.
Do you like any of your friends as "more than a friend"? Oh, complications. | Haha, complications? Oh Baby Amanda, you had no idea, poor girl... No, I don't like any of my friends as more than just a friend...dotdotdot
Do you think any of your friends have a crush on you?...Maybe. | Dude, no one crushes these days. We're too old. Gotta make that shit HAPPEN. haha
What kinds of things do you and your friends do together for fun? Party, drink. Watch movies. HANG. | I do many different things with many different people... With my best of friends, I do everything. Our preferences are to be drunk and camping. : )
Love or money? I could use a little of both. | I can never have enough of either. <3
Crime or law-abiding? I'm a hardened criminal. | Still pretty criminalistic.
Beach or mountains? Mountains. | Ooh, I love both. But I'd still take the mountains over the beach any day.
Skateboard or bike? Bike. | Still love biking.
Tattooed or clean-cut? Tattoos for sure. | The same, but they should be well done.
Fear? Loss. | The same. Being unsuccessful in life.
Love? Toolbelts. | hahaha omg, toolbelts?! I forgot about that. I love... my family, my friends- including that toolbelt... and music.
Hate? Being broke. | A lot of things.
Regret? Making my concerns known. | A lot of things.
Wish? I was in my bed with someone next to me. | The sun was on my skin and the mountain air was in my hair.
Thoughts? I should say hi… | Why can't it be Friday afternoon so I that I could be on my way to the cabin?
Have you had a beer in the past week? Yes. | Helloooo.
What is your favorite food? La Frontera. | Oh my, I haven't had La Frontera FOREVER... I enjoy Mexican rice...
Do you shower every single day? Yes. | Yes.
Kill the spider or let it out? Kill that muh fucker! | SAME
Would you rather be blind or deaf? I wouldn't rather be either. But wouldn't it be a shame if I couldn't hear my music? | Ditto.
Most embarrassing moment? Oh, Nick just walked over to my desk and asked me some personal questions in front of co-workers that don't know me as well… Stupid Nick. Luckily Quo is bad ass. I was still embarrassed and I still blushed, though. | Embarrassing moment... Hmm... I mean, I was flirting with some 18 year olds over the weekend... Yikes.
Most memorable past? This past summer. | The Triple A House was pretty memorable. But I predict this summer surpassing that in memorability.
When do you plan on getting married? I don't. | Still don't... Well, maybe. But not before I'm 30.
Do you have any tattoos, and if so what and where? Dark side of the Moon on my upper back and "Mikey" on my wrist. He has "Mandy" on his. | If you're reading this, then you already know.
Plans for any more? Of course… Next, Grandpa on my shoulder. Eric at Ironclad is going to hook me up, right Melissa? | Haha, who the hell was Melissa?... Yes, plans for many, many more.
Who do you admire most? Grandpa Raso. | Grandpa Raso and my father.
Do you own any pets, and if so what do you have? Black Lab named Sprocket. | Sprocket is still kickin' + his sister baby Zoe.
Where do you see yourself in five years? I would be completely lying if I said I had ANY idea... | Shit, I don't even know where I'll be in five days let alone FIVE YEARS.
If you had only six months to live, what would you do first? Rob a few banks. Make an notorious name for myself. | Quit my job, tie up some loose ends, travel and spend quality time with my family and friends.
What color shirt are you wearing? Purple. | Pink. I wonder why that is relevant. ?
Name three things that are physically close to you: My phone, a pen and the keyboard. | A glass of water, a pen and the keyboard... haha god, I am riveting.
What is the last book you read? Acid House. | A Clockwork Orange.
What's your favorite sport? Fencing. Ha. Remember when Levi and Spencer fenced out in the front yard? Good times... | Football, I guess. And yes, I remember when Levi and Spencer were fencing.
Do you enjoy sleeping late? Of course. : ) | Duhhh. But I hardly do anymore- always on the go.
What's the weather like right now? It's gross. I can't wait for the sunshine to come back.
It's cloudy today. Thanks for ruining my plans, rain.
Who tells the best jokes? Levi always has me laughing over the silly things he says. | Zack.
What was the last thing you dreamed about? I was on a cruise with the hot guy at work with long flowing locks… Yeah, it was hot. | Sex.
Do you believe in karma? Hella Instant Karma. | HELLA Instant Karma.
Do you believe in luck? No. | The luck of the Irish.
Do you collect anything? If so, what? I do. Spoons, like a big doof. And vinyl. Well, I'd like to collect vinyl. I'll just take over my dad's collection. | Same, more vinyl than before.
Are you proud of yourself? I am. I have a good job, kicking ass in school and I have awesome relationships with all the people I consider important to me. | So, so very.
Are you reliable? When it comes to important things. | I try to be. Just say the word and I'll help paint the kitchen.
Have you ever given money to a bum? Sure, who hasn't? If I was a bum, I would want some kind and rich soul to give me a handout. | I recently gave $20 to a bum and didn't hear the end of it for a month. I was just so impressed by his sign!
Have you ever had a secret admirer? If I knew about it, it wouldn't be a secret would it? | Refer to my previous smart ass comment.
What's your favorite invention? The phonograph. | Still the phonograph!
Is your room messy? Always. Ugh. | Haha yes- I'm hardly ever there. It's more like a large closet.
Do you give in easily? I've been told I'm a pushover, so I guess so. | Not as easily pushed over as before.
Are you a good guesser? Yes, I'm a great observationist. I have a pretty sharp intuition. I can smell a lie before it has even left your lips. Usually. | I'm still very intuitive.
What time did you wake up this morning? Six forty five. | 5:30.
What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Air. | An apple.
When was the last time you showered? Last night at my parents'. Their shower sucks. | Last night.
What do you plan on doing tomorrow? It's Thirsty Thursday! | It is once again Thirsty Thursday tomorrow! Deathstars + Sue's.
What's your favorite day of the week and why? Usually Saturdays because I don't have to work and I get to hang out and have some whiskey. : ) | Cuuute, ditto.
Do you have any nicknames? Manda, Mandar, Manders, Mandy, Mouse. | All of the above + Chell, Chelly and Mandarin.
Have you ever been scuba diving? We attempted to when we were on Catalina Island two years ago, but it was in the early stages of Katrina so it was disgusting outside, therefore we were unable to go. | Yes. Drunk scuba diving, nonetheless. Fishie fishie!
What's your least favorite color? I enjoy most colors. | Some shades of brown are pretty ugly.
Is there someone you have been constantly thinking about? If yes, who? Yes, always. I'm stupid. | No.
What's the worst injury you have had? I've hurt my ankle several times. | Haven't had too bad an injury in awhile. *knock on wood*
What's the last movie you saw? I Am Legend, it was amazing. | I watched Inglorious Basterds with Mike on Sunday, I'd seen it before of course.
What do you want to know about the future? Stay or move? | Hey Baby Amanda... Guess what. You're still here, four years later... There's a lot I'd like to know about the future. But no one will ever know, so why drive yourself crazy with wonderment?
What does your last text message say? "I'm planning on rounding up hella change for food and a gift card for the film. You get paid tomorrow. :)" | "You are welcome yo. I am glad you are. It shows :)"
Who was the last person you spoke to over the phone? Tallahassee. | Josh.
What is your dream vacation? Capri, Italy. Our hotel there is fucking gorgeous. | The Great Barrier Reef in Australia.
What's the last sporting event you watched? Jazz game here or there. | Who even knows.
Do you need to do laundry? Laundry is an ongoing process. | Laundry will forever be an ongoing process.
Do you listen to the radio? My ipod is broken. : ( So, yes, more than usual. | Pandora.
What do you do when vending machines steal your money? I go down to the reception ladies and they give me a token. Shows those vending machines who's boss. | I don't usually buy anything from the vending machines.
What is your current ringtone? Lazy Eye- Silversun Pickups. | Instant Karma- John Lennon
Who was the last person to make you laugh? Tom Price or Quo. I couldn't get through a workday without them. | I have gotten through workdays without those two for years. Miss them, though. Mark would have made me laugh today, except he's on vacation Sooo... Gif. or my Jes- we're always laughing.
Do you have any obsessions right now? Just one. Well, two, if you count music. | Ew, god- I was such a child. That was a stupid answer. No, I have no obsessions right now.
Have you ever sat on a roof? Not since the summertime. | Probably not since the last time I answered this survey.
Do you like sushi? Yes. I think we're due for a sushi date with Isaac. | Sushi date for next week.
Anything special about your birth name? Nothing special about Amanda, but my last name is the Best. And my middle name was given to me from the Beatles song of the same name. | That obviously hasn't changed.
Are you in love? Who isn't? | With life.
What are you looking forward to? This year. | Life. The long weekend.
Current annoyances? Constantly being let down. | No annoyances here!
Current reasons to smile? Optimism. | There isn't a reason not to.
Ever done drugs? I have in the past. I just kicked the last of my drug doing for good on Monday. Last dance with Mary Jane…… | Haha for good? Yeah right.
What is the headline on your myspace? Make a wishkey. You get it if you hang out. | Cuuute, "make a wishkey". I'm going to start saying that again... I don't have a myspace anymore. Does anyone??
You are stranded on a deserted island. You have three CDs to listen to for the rest of eternity. What would they be? Pink Floyd- Dark Side of the Moon, The Beatles- Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Arcade Fire- Funeral. Wow. That was surprisingly easy. | I agree with the three I mentioned before... The third is interchangeable.
Are you a good dancer? I can hella bust a move. : ) (riiight) | I haven't been dancing in a dog's age, so who's to say?
What do you do when you're bored? Ride my bike around the hood like a gangsta and hike in the summertime. Myspace and sleep in the winter. Write always. | HAHAHA OMG SAME. Minus Myspace. + booze.
Goals in life? Have a good time always, finish school, acquire a kick ass career that I love, and start a family- but not anytime soon. | One day, I will have everything that I have ever wanted. Mark my words.
What should you be doing instead of this survey? Working, haha. I'm a slacker. | Same.
Who was the last person to IM you? Eric... | Hahah omg, same!! Good ol' Eric.

Wonderful, The Way I Feel.

2011-06-27T18:45:00.002-06:00

Get out of my head, Yim Yames. : ) But really, don't.
I am IN LOVE with this song. The new My Morning Jacket album Circuital is extremely impressive. Very mellow- very "My Morning Jacket", very Z- but experimental and different at the same time.

This particular song has been playing on repeat for days- on my phone, my ipod, my computer and in my car. At first listen, the lyrics induced goosebumps immediately and they've yet to go down. It's fucking resplendent. brilliant. <3

My Father.

2011-06-20T09:34:00.002-06:00

A Short-In No Way Complete-List of Reasons Why I Have The Best Daddy of Life (in no specific order.)
in honor of Father's Day 2011. *slightly belated*
>listening to: the beatles- michelle<

-His nicknames for me: Michelle, Chelly and Mouse.
-His love for The Beatles and John Lennon is parallel to mine. He raised me on classic rock 'n roll; I have him to thank for my musical tastes.
-His love for our dogs/his grandchildren.
-A day doesn't go by that I don't get to spend time with him.
-He appreciates nature and simple beauty in the world, like hummingbirds, preying mantis, Bleeding Hearts and sunsets.
-How he would move to Shanty Town, Oahu USA with me at the drop of a hat.
-How rare it is for him to drink and how silly he is when he's had a few.
-How open-minded and tolerant he is for all of mankind.
-He says the best day of his life was the day I was born.
-He would never tell someone- anyone- 'no' when they ask for his help.
-He knows how to fix anything. Seriously, anything.
-His statement every time I walk out the door, "Be careful" is loaded. Those two words speak volumes between the two of us.
-The way he doesn't hesitate- and hasn't ever hesitated- to pick my drunk or stranded ass up at any hour of the day or night, wherever I may be. He is my savior.
-The way he was thinking about how much he was going to love me before I was even born.
-His unconditional support in everything I've ever done or will ever do.
-The fact that he loves his wife, daughter and son even if we are a bit crazy, difficult and unconventional. He is our voice of reason.
-How excited he gets to show me silly videos or photos he has found online.
-His logic.
-His laid-back "Give Peace a Chance" attitude balances my mother's "Don't take shit from anyone" attitude perfectly.
-How he hugs me when I'm upset and tells me everything will be okay./He hates seeing me cry.
-His stories about when he was my age.
-He tries to act like he doesn't spoil me- and hasn't spoiled me- my entire life. He has.
-Our many past and upcoming concerts together.
-He takes responsibility for all things having to do with my car.
-He secretly appreciates his kids' tattoos.
-He comes home from work almost every day with a different song stuck in his head. I love hearing his renditions of classic Elton John, Animals, Supertramp and Billy Joel songs. My favorite is when he sings, "Meeechellll, ma belllle. These are words that go together well. My Meeechell." <3
-He let us dress him up as Hunter S. Thompson for Halloween one year and he attended my crazy keg party. He pointed out that someone was trying to bring in their own keg cups. I stopped them dead in their tracks.
-His ethics and morals.
-His manners- how polite and patient he is.
-He is always concerned for my safety and well-being.
-When he yelled, "IT'S MY MONEY AND I WANT IT NOW!" out of the window at JW Marriott San Francisco Downtown.
-His silly sense of humor.
-When he, Mikey and I smoked a joint on a pier in Lake Tahoe in the middle of the night. He gets hella munchies. : )
-He gave me a wonderful childhood, he was there through my teenage angst and has loved me unconditionally through my early adulthood.
-He is so hardworking.
-His adorable behavior around his siblings and their families.
-When I was ready to move away from home, he bought me a house to rent with my friends. (And then let me move home when I was ready to come back.)
*He has been and always will be the Best father a girl could ask for.
Happy Father's Day, Dad. Thank you for everything. I love you!

A Preview of What's to Come...

2011-06-19T16:34:00.000-06:00

Yes. That is fucking WAYNE.

A Letter.

2011-06-13T13:44:00.008-06:00

Dear Wayne,
     I am writing to inform you that the countdown is on. I've waited for the day we would be united since my preadolescence; the days when racing for the prize was in it's youth and Yoshimi hadn't even begun her ongoing battle.
     Unknowingly, you have shaped me as an individual and shared in many of my rites of passages, life lessons and intense memories. My first rip off of a water bong while enjoying "A Change at Christmas" when I was a teenager resulted in an extremely realistic and captivating hallucination, complete with lasers, pianos and triangles.
     I spent most of my late teens and early twenties on hallucinogens and immersed in your music, especially in Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell. I was moved to tears on numerous occasions and became a self proclaimed philosophical genius. Simultaneously, I was able to derive something new from the album with every listen as well as appreciate the familiar creativity and enlightening lyrics. On one especially profound trip, I recognized the parallels and similar themes between Ego Tripping and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon- so I intertwined the two albums. Speak to Me, Assassination of The Sun, Breathe, I'm a Fly in a Sunbeam, etc. Needless to say, I was blown the fuck away. (I hold Dark Side of the Moon to the absolute highest regard, so not only comparing but also connecting Ego Tripping to it is the ultimate compliment.)
     I'd be lying if I said I wasn't taken aback by the bizarre behavior of my fellow Flaming Lips fans on the U.F.O.'s at the Zoo Concert DVD. I had no idea your fans were so strange. I'd laughed at it, maybe even judged them a little. But now that my time to see you live is approaching, I can absolutely relate. You choose to emphasize the uniqueness of your music through over the top performances- and your fans choose to channel their anticipation, excitement and imagination into strange costumes. How is it to see your creativity reflected in your audiences?
     So, Wayne. Only three short days stand between us; our destiny is set for this weekend in Sin City. Will I be in costume? Probably not. Will I be under the influence of the aforementioned hallucinogens?... Quite possibly. Will I appreciate every second that I am in your presence? You had better fucking believe it.

          A Devoted Fan,
          Amanda Best

P.S.- I forgive you for giving Win Butler shit a few years back. Just don't let it happen again.

Dancing to Electro-Pop Like a Robot From 1984!

2011-06-01T12:00:00.000-06:00

>listening to: obviously, the arctic monkeys<
I wish there had been photos to capture the shitshow that was last night. [I would have pictures, had my new phone arrived on time!] I behaved in a way I haven't in quite some time... Thanks to an old friend by the name of Jim Beam. Definitely took me back to my ridiculous, reckless whiskey days...
Why the self indulgent celebration you may ask? Two words: Arctic Monkeys. After I put on my dancing shoes :), I arrived at the venue just in time to hear the last chords of the shitty opening band, positioned myself five feet from the bar outside (it was a gorgeous night) and once I began dancing, I didn't stop- except to take multiple whiskey shots, of course.
This British indie band's performance was exactly what I'd expected it would be. Extremely high energy, charismatic (their accents helped with that; ), entertaining- never a dull moment. Matt Helders rocked the shit out of those drums! They were D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S! (Please excuse my campy humor, but I had to reference Dangerous Animals because I fucking love that song.) The majority of the songs they played were from Humbug (Crying Lightening... Marvelous.) and Whatever People Say I am, That's What I'm Not- which is my personal favorite. In fact, I think it's everyone's favorite! Who doesn't love The View From the Afternoon and I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor?
If ever you have the chance to see this band live- DO IT. I've been treating myself to a hell of a good time lately and I'm so glad the Arctic Monkeys got to be a part of it! It felt amazing to be immersed in a favorite, the company (bff) was perfect, the booze, the music, the endless dancing in gathering darkness. Just lovely.

every little thing's gonna be alright.

2011-05-25T15:00:00.002-06:00

>listening to: the beatles- i've just seen a face<

If I sat idly around waiting for the sun, I would never hike again so I have been going- rain or shine. I used to hate trudging over the muddy trails but I do consider it entertaining now. Oviously, though, I prefer the sunshine on my face.
My baby girl Zoe Coyote has been joining me on my daily hikes lately. She has grown into such a good dog- she is perfect on her leash; she heels and never tugs, even when there is a new dog friend she wants to meet. Her mischief is evident (especially in her crazy eye!) but not disobedient. She has definitely come a long way from the lazy, not-so-little pup that was born in a barn in Idaho and of whom I was convinced was mentally handicapped.
On a recent drizzly hike, she led me off of the trail and into the long grass. The blades were cold and slick aganist my bare legs, but instead of scolding her for veering off of the beaten path, I followed her over a fallen tree and through the underbrush until we were on a completely hidden trail I had never seen before. It was unexpectedly vigorous, but pleasant nonetheless. Especially when we reached the end.
Sometimes you can forget the beauty in the world until you are sitting on top of it.

And sometimes you forget that every little thing is gonna be alright until you're singing it at the top of your lungs, high above this salty city, splashing in the mud with your crazy, wild eyed, two-toed best friend.

and then you believe it.

Once more.

2011-04-23T11:22:00.001-06:00

For old times sake.

you think you know somebody.

2011-04-23T06:52:00.006-06:00

As stupid and cheesy as it may sound, I never wanted to disconnect. But it's time for me to hang up.
Goodbye.

Note to Self:

2011-04-22T00:03:00.000-06:00

Always have the means to pick up and leave town for an open-ended trip.

Doesn't a beach and cocktails sound lovely right now?

Lately

2011-04-17T16:10:00.001-06:00

>listening to: arcade fire<

I have been trying to keep busy; I have immersed myself in learning, reading, writing and in music.
Being here

was the happiest I've been in weeks.

I have become a person I no longer recognize. Extremely temperamental, constantly defensive and combative. I am utterly unhappy, complete with the constant soul-draining-hole in the pit of my stomach. I have always been overly sensitive but it has been heightened to overwhelming levels. I interpret everything as a personal attack, which causes me to go on the defense and behave disrespectfully. My emotions are fucked up but I shouldn't take that out on anyone. I'm putting up walls, burning bridges and alienating myself. I am unsure why I so often think this behavior will protect me from harm. If I were a psychologist, I'd call it displacement, but since I'm not I'll just call it crazy.

Lucky can't begin to describe how fortunate I am to have friends and family with nerves of steel and patience for me that never runs out.

Unfortunately, I don't have the funds to follow Arcade Fire around the world. I'm just going to have to figure myself out here... I'll try not to piss everyone in my life off in the meanwhile.

The smiles returning to the faces

2010-07-22T14:54:00.002-06:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for......

I'M BACK, BITCHES.

Quick Update for Everyone

2009-07-27T12:32:00.002-06:00

I hate not blogging, but I never have time to do so. I don't have Facebook or Myspace so I also feel out of the loop in that sense as well. Is snail mail completely dead? What about an old fashioned phone call or even text message?
Vivo la vida. It's been a pleasing year as far as traveling goes. My first trip to Zion in March was a fantastic start to the warm camping season. I was struck and left in awe by the magnitude of beauty that is Zion. It really is heaven on earth. I took pictures with Pablo's camera, but I wish my camera wasn't so damn temperamental so I could've snagged pictures of my own. There's so much of Utah I haven't seen. It's frustrating! Definitely motivation to get my ass down to Southern Utah more.
Also, may I point out that another way to spell Las Vegas is S-H-I-T-S-H-O-W? Any mention of a Vegas trip is liable to cause excitement for me equivalent to that of a child in a candy store. I am such a fan of the shenanigans of Vegas! The risk, the hootch, the lights, the legal hustling, the grungy glitz and glimmer. Love it. Love it so much, I visited Sin City three times this year- including best New Years of my life.
San Diego was a beautiful city; I wish that I could have gotten more acquainted with it's charm. But it was just a short trip, beach, rooftop bar at the Marriott Gaslamp Quarter and delicious food. I want to go back.
Then there was Mexico. Oh, Mexico. It was like nothing you've ever seen. It was amazing! I am honored to be the first in my family to have had the opportunity to visit my grandfather's breathtaking hometown. Taking in the culture, the people, the unbelievable food, the landscape, the language, I learned something new every day. I am ecstatic I was finally able to see where I came from; so proud to be a Chicana.
Other than that, it's been the usual camping and occasional cabin trips (The Second Annual Strawberry Trip Trip was a mess). Kylee and I are attempting to solidify plans for a trip in October, but we just can't decide what we want to do. Boston is at the top of my list, but we may have to post-pone it. My family is planning a Hawaii trip next February combining celebrations for my mom, Mike's and my birthday and I think everyone should come. : )
And, last but not least, I can't wait for Tiff's wedding, which is just around the corner!
So that has been my summer. I hope everyone has been well in my absence. Anything new and exciting going on? I'd love to share in your delight of any new developments!

Extra, Extra! Read All About It!

2009-02-24T10:10:00.004-07:00

>listening to: vampire weekend<

Hello friends! Yes, it is me. Can you believe it? I can hardly believe it myself, it's been months since I posted anything. Would you like to know the reason for my disappearance? My lame employer has blocked my blog from the computers at work. Gasp! I know, right? How dare he! I hold Bill Marriott solely responsible. I attempted to circulate a petition, but I was told with my blog inaccessible, I might actually get some work done, so that ended up dead in the water.

Well, I hope every one's holidays were amazing. I'm pretty sure too much time has lapsed since Christmas to wish you a merry one, but really. I was thinking of each of you, my dear blogging audience, as I sat near a warm fire on Christmas Eve. Really. I was also thinking of you as my beautiful girlfriend and I rang in the New Year in Harrah's on the strip in Las Vegas.
January was borrrring and covered in snow- not at all how I like it. And it feels like I have a part-time job with my four hour film class, but just that much closer to graduation!
The beginning of February was a mess. I was faced with the loss of a very close friend... My ipod. Some Godforsaken miscreant unworthy of life broke into my car and stole my purse and my LIFE. Seriously, I loved that thing. My ipod and I, we had so many memories together. Like, now, every time I hear John Lennon's Stand by Me, I think of the time last summer that we partied at Zack's house and Ky and I rode home on our bikes, drunk, at three a.m.- and I can't help but tear up. I just hope whoever has my ipod's life in their hands now, loves it as much as I once did.
So, my ipod is gone (iJacked, if you will) and my best friend in the world, my dog, Sprocket tears his ACL. Yes, I know. Unbelievable. He's just so passionate about playing soccer. Seriously, though, it was horrible. He couldn't move for days and when he finally had the courage to get up, he was in an immense amount of pain, whining constantly. It was heartbreaking. I love that dog. He has since visited the vet and while he is still recovering, he is still hurting. I still have to pull his big 80 pound ass onto my bed at night because he can't get up on his own.
But since those two events, along with a few other misfortunes, February has begun looking up. Camping season began early for me this year with the first cabin trip two weekends past. It was a beautiful weekend- warm, even. My new hookah's presence was delightful and the blackjack tournament was unexpected and enjoyable. Jes, nice call on a cabin trip. Let's do it again soon!
Then, last weekend, Ky and I celebrated Valentine's Day. We got a hotel room, had an incredible dinner, drank champagne, played our new Wii, swam into all hours of the night and overall, just enjoyed each other's company. I love her so much.

So, that's what I have been up to. I'm anxious for Spring to be here. I have many traveling plans for this summer- including, but not limited to, Phoenix, perhaps Tennessee for some Bonnarro action?, San Francisco (again, because I love it so), Oregon- because, as everyone knows, that is where I left my heart- and Mexico. Not to mention, the second annual Strawberry trip trip (wink), Flaming Gorge, Moab, Goblin Valley, Soapstone and all of the cabin trips. (let's avoid Rockport this year, eh guys? No one likes to go back where they're not welcome! haha)
I hope everyone is well and enjoying life. Let's hope it won't be another two months before you hear from me again!

xoxo

'tis the season.

2008-12-18T13:33:00.003-07:00

>listening to: my morning jacket<

SO BUSY!
It has been a crazy month of December this year- especially the unexpected move, THE SEPARATION ANXIETY, the (lame) work parties, the shopping, the wrapping, the anticipation, work, blah blah blah blah BLAH.

Attending Kylee, Stef and Traci's work party last night was a splendid break from all the chaos. First two things I spotted: a large bottle of Jack and SUSHI on the food table. OMG, I was in heaven. I thoroughly enjoyed myself- Kylee was even successful in convincing me to get up in front of all these strangers and sing karaoke(after several drinks, of course). HEY JUDE, DON'T MAKE IT BAD. TAKE A SAD SONG AND MAKE IT BETTER! I love noticing Stef's beautiful voice amongst all other drunken karaoke voices (including the voices of the remaining three of us, haha). Ky, Stef and Trace- thanks for letting me come along.

Speaking of Stef's beautiful voice, she will be playing a show at Monk's on December 26th. I'm excited because I haven't heard her play in so long! : ) Everyone should come hang out- it's an ugly sweater party. YES!

I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday season! Only a week until Christmas!

oh, and-

2008-12-12T13:09:00.004-07:00

P.s.-

1950's pin up model Bettie Page died at 85 today.

Only at Christmas Time.

2008-12-12T08:27:00.007-07:00

>listening to: pink floyd<

It's been a bustling holiday season for me, as I'm sure it is for everyone- just like every year. I certainly am fond of the holidays but why must I wait until the last minute to shop every year single year? It's not enjoyable being caught up in the frenzied, last minute shopper crowds, where everyone has that same determined look in their eye: kill or be killed. My New Year's resolution is to finish my Christmas shopping right after my dad's birthday in April.

I am also fond of the lack of snow so far this year. I hate how the cold seeps into my body and chills my very core, but at least the cuffs of my pants aren't snow soggy! (Sorry to my snowboarding friends, I know how you love it)

Friends, I will be having our annual Christmas party on Dec 20th at my parents' house. (sniffle. Last year it was held at the house on 6th north... How I miss it so) It is going to be a cocktail party, dressy attire will be required. (Douglas's graduation "Dress to Impress" party- you all remember that... or not!) I've not yet decided if I want to serve food or just munchies. Maybe if I get a sponsor behind the dinner idea (cough Pablo cough), we can get something going. Regardless, there will be endless drinks (who needs to eat when you can drink?) and good company, cleaned up nicely. Everyone, please come. Consider this your formal invitation!

One of my favorite events during the holiday season is the Christmas Eve party the Raso's hold every year. When I was a kid, it was held at my Grandma and Grandpa's house. The parties were always filled with cheese enchiladas, rice, beans, green chile, presents, mischief- and now that I'm older, BOOZE. Ever since Grandma died, my aunts and uncles have taken turns hosting the Christmas Eve party. I think my mom hosted the first party after Grandma died.... Maybe that was the first Christmas after I turned 21 because I cannot conjure up any memories of it. I love when all of the Raso's get together. I have a family that is unparalleled to any other. Bekah and I started a new tradition last year. Since she is nearly family already, she joined us in the festivities last year.

This was us at my Uncle Mike's house, downstairs at his bar. Niiice.

My cute family. Me, my cousin Lysa, Aunt Tina and my darling mother.

I hope everyone is as excited about the holidays as I am!

Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?

2008-12-08T09:40:00.007-07:00

>listening to: John Lennon<

Today, around the world, celebrations are being held to honour the lives of two of rock and roll's greats. It is the twenty eighth anniversary of the death of John Lennon and it is Jim Morrison's 65th birthday.
Big day, huh? As cheesy as it may sound, I am beside myself with bittersweet emotions. Already in a melancholy mood partnered with the snow falling heavily outside, reading the news of today's celebrations and the recollection of their lives and deaths brought tears to my eyes. These are two of my idols and such a commemorative day is overwhelming!
On December 8th, 1980 at approximately 10:50 p.m., John Lennon and Yoko Ono were returning to their home at The Dakota in New York City when Lennon's brilliant life was ended. He was shot five times by Mark David Chapman. Earlier in the evening, as Lennon and Ono were leaving the building to the Record Plant Studios mix the track, "Walking on Thin Ice", Chapman had asked Lennon for his autograph on "Double Fantasy". A group of fans had gathered including fan and photographer, Paul Goresh who took this photo of Lennon and the man that would take his life.

Lennon was pronounced dead on arrival at St. Luke's-Roosevelt Hospital Center. Back at the Dakota, police found Chapman sitting on the curb reading, J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye- his "statement". Chapman was sentenced 20 years to life and has since been denied parole several times, most recently this August. Chapman has received many (understandable) threats on his life when and if he ever receives parole.

Much has been done in honour of John Lennon since his death, including songs written and preformed by the three remaining Beatles (before George Harrison died in 2001). On Lennon's 67th birthday, October 9th, 2007, Yoko Ono unveiled the "Imagine Peace Tower" located off the island of Reykjavik, Iceland. A beam of light is projected in the sky from the tower and is lit every year from Lennon's birthday until the 8th of December. On the base of the tower, "Imagine Peace" is carved in 24 different languages.

This year, Yoko Ono is marking the anniversary of Lennon's death with a memorial concert in Tokyo; at the same venue The Beatles played at in 1966.
Tonight in L.A., the traditional memorial celebration will take place in front of Capitol Records, near John Lennon's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame- but that won't be the only memorial happening in Los Angeles.

Every year on his birthday, crowds gather at Jim Morrison's grave in the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, France to celebrate his life. But this year, on what would be Morrison's 65th birthday, a celebration will be held in his honor at Barney's Beanery, one of the bars Morrison frequented in the late 60's. Due to Morrison's unruly behavior (for pissing on the bar) he was later banned from the establishment. Tonight, a commemorative plaque will be unveiled at that exact spot. Doors' band members Robby Krieger and Ray Manzarek will be on hand at the event, signing the newest Doors' installment, "Live at the Matrix, 1967", one of the earliest known Doors' recordings. Happy Birthday, Morrison.

Though we are not fortunate enough to be present at the events taking place today in memoriam, please take a moment to remember the glorious life of a peace activist and outstanding musician and the reckless life of a rebellious genius.

My apologies (to the Queen Mary).

2008-12-05T11:07:00.003-07:00

>listening to: the new pornographers<

So much to blog about. There is so much musical history from the past few days that my blog audience is missing out on. Please forgive me for letting you down (although, almost certainly, I care about the random tidbits more than anyone ever should... please just humor me and pretend you care).

There's been a flurry of birthdays I've missed, such as Britney's 27th on December 2nd. I hope it was filled with sobriety and events acceptable for a recovering trainwreck.

And as for the many significant events that occurred 40+ years ago this past week that I've failed miserably in mentioning, one day I will get around to it. It is my promise to you all.

I've just not been in the mood. And today my stomach is extremely upset with me for rendering a Thirsty Thursday upon it involving whiskey, too salty tortilla chips and spinach dip. Ugh!

But I will leave you with this picture I found that got me thinking:

Hmm... Well, since I'm already hell bound... It's time for a new tattoo.

Kylee. <3

2008-12-03T16:12:00.002-07:00

Hubby/wifey/BF/girlfriend tag folks...

I've been tagged...

What's your girlfriend's name? Kylee Dawn Howell.
How long have you guys been together? Well, technically she has been my girlfriend since June.
How long did you date? We dated for six months before it was official.
Who eats more sweets? Kylee is always sneaking my dad's cookies and treats!
Who said "I love you" first? Kylee did.
Who is taller? I am taller.
Who is the better singer? We should both test our skills at kareoke night on Sunday at Piper.
Who does the laundry? We both do.
Who pays the bills? We each pay our own individual bills.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do.
Who mows the lawn? When I lived at the Triple A House, Ky mowed the lawn a few times.
Who cooks dinner? Usually Ky. I don't cook, okay. Maybe someday!
Who drives? We both do.
Who's the first to admit they are wrong? Sometimes we're both pretty stubborn.
Who kissed who first? Kylee so kissed me first!
Who asked out who first? Kylee asked me on a date first.
Who wears the pants? Does this question mean, who's the boss? Because if so, the answer is ME. If it means, who's the boy? The answer is Kylee.

Just kidding, babe! I LOVE YOU!

Smile Jamaica.

2008-12-03T15:13:00.002-07:00

>listening to: kings of leon, i have an obsession lately.<

On December 3rd, 1976 Bob Marley was shot and substantially injured by unknown gun men in his home. His wife and manager who were also present were critically injured. This was just two days before Marley was scheduled to preform at "Smile Jamaica", a free peace concert organized by Jamaica's prime minister, Michael Manley, in hopes to ease tensions between two political parties. The assailants that shot Marley were believed to be politically driven and anti-Manley; many saw the concert as a pro-rally for Manley. Regardless, two days later, the concert was held and an injured Marley took stage for a 90 minute performance. Marley decided to go through with the concert as a sign of peace and of unity.

There aren't words to express the exalted moral character that Bob Marley possessed. Although the loyalty he had for his Rastafarian faith may have lead to his death, he stood strong in his beliefs and it was reflected in his legendary lyrics. Bob Marley is iconic.

I can laugh at me.

2008-12-01T14:24:00.003-07:00

>listening to: interpol<

Going to Gene's house after a Lowrider Margarita, a "Mad Mexican", and four Jack and Cokes, I found myself lost on the otherwise familiar streets of Rose Park. Perhaps my fourteen year old subconscious memory took hold and pointed my girlfriend in the wrong direction, with a few too many "turn left"'s, we ended up on the street of an individual of whom I spent most of my adolescence completely crazy about. The definition of "crazy" in this sense is arguable, but we won't get into it. My intoxicated, twenty-two year old self was slapped into a half-conscious realization by my fourteen year old subconscious memory and I said, "Hey, this is (we'll change his name for his protection, even though it's no secret I was in love with the poor kid from grade six to eleven) Neil's street," I said. Looking out my car window through booze-colored lenses, "Hey, that's Neil's house," I'd said, perhaps with a growing inclination in my voice. "Hey, that's Neil's window," old habits die hard, "and his light is on!" clearly, I was fourteen again. My girlfriend's response, dripping with sarcasm and a certain level of contempt,
"Did you want me to stop?"

Ya dig?

2008-12-01T09:16:00.004-07:00

>listening to: kings of leon <

Not only am I swamped at work today after a long holiday weekend, there is much blogging to do as well- today was a big day in music history. So, let's get right into it then, shall we?
First things first, today is Doors' drummer, John Densmore's 63rd birthday!
Also, today in 1967, my personal favorite Jimi Hendrix Experience album, Axis: Bold as Love was released in the UK. With the groundbreaking debut album, Are You Experienced? under their belts, the band was pressured excessively by the record company for a comparable follow up album. Axis: Bold as Love exceeded that expectation with the lyrical imagery of "Little Wing" and the acid-fueled blues, counterculture anthem, "If 6 Were 9", which later appeared on the soundtrack for the film, Easy Rider. Axis: Bold as Love is a rock masterpiece lavish with studio effects and psychedelics. Dig?
I found today as the date that Joni Mitchell moved into the cottage that would soon become "Our House". During her affair with Graham Nash, Crosby, Stills and Nash were recording their first album, Déjà Vu. Nash has said about writing this song, It was one of those L.A. mornings that are gray and not-quite-rainy, I said to her [Joni Mitchell], ‘Y’know, why don’t you put some flowers in the vase and I’ll light a fire.’ And I started to think: here we are, Joni Mitchell and Graham Nash, and I love this woman, and this moment is a very grounded moment in our relationship. And I sat down at the piano and an hour later ‘Our House’ was done.” I LOVE this song. I remember once in the early months at The Triple A House, when the excitement of the move hadn't yet worn off, on two separate occurences, I came home early from work to find my stereo playing loudly from my room in the basement. Somehow, I'd set the alarm on it to go off in the afternoon. Anyway, both times "Our House" was blasting from the speakers. Now, hearing it always puts me in reminiscient of my two roommates and that crazy year on sixth north.

Now, with all that being said, how was Thanksgiving? My holiday weekend was very eventful. Of course, I was able to enjoy delicious food and the company of my family on Thursday afternoon, with a get together at Zack's afterward. On Friday, Pab bought Kylee and I dinner at Zack and Isaac's "V.I.P. spot", El Chihuahua and then the five of us went to Cruzr's across the street in hopes to see Stef play. (it has been too damn long!) Unfortunately, she didn't, but it was still a lot of fun and always nice to see her and Traci. On Saturday, we celebrated Isaac's birthday at Piper.... Yeah, that was a shitshow. I saw old friends from high school and everyone was hammered. It was quite enjoyable. On Sunday, we took a drive in Pab's new F250 to Wyoming. Congrats on the new truck, Pab, it's HOT. And I'm getting ridiculously accustomed to the drive to Wyoming! : )
I hope everyone had a delightful holiday! Only 22 days until Amy's 21st birthday! FINALLY! Only 25 days until Christmas! Do I have one gift yet? Nope!

Thankful.

2008-11-26T10:37:00.002-07:00

>listening to: johnny cash<

Can you believe Thanksgiving is already upon us? It seems that January was just here, and it's almost here again!
I love the holidays, though. We don't stop to realize the good in our lives often enough. There are the obvious things I am especially thankful for, my beautiful and healthy family, my fun, ridiculously amazing friends, my Ky, roof(s) over my head, a good job, the ability to go to school, etc. But here is a list of things I am thankful for that I didn't want to overlook this year:

∙Jethro Tull releasing their debut album This Was forty years ago today.
∙The ability to write well. (that's me tooting my own horn)
∙Downtime.
∙Ending November with little to no snow.
∙Bootleggers of the 1920's.
∙Britney. (I am not ashamed, haters.)
∙Naps.
∙The lives of arrogant hippies like John Lennon and Jim Morrison.
∙Not belonging to The Church of Scientology.
∙My future home, Australia.
∙My current home, SLC. Even though some Mormons despise my kissing a girl and liking it.
∙Samuel O'Reilly.
∙My mother's mashed potatoes.
∙The ability to wake up on time and refreshed after having consumed a half bottle of vodka the night prior.
∙Johnny Cash's version of Hurt. So much better than the original.
∙When there are no dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.

In all seriousness, I'm very thankful for all that I have and all that I know. I thank you for following my blog. Bless you all and Happy Thanksgiving!

Any way the wind blows...

2008-11-24T09:14:00.006-07:00

>listening to: nothing. because I left my damn headphones in the car.<

The highlight of my weekend was my drunk ass family gathered around the fire pit chanting Utes! Utes! Utes! as the BYU hat taken from Zack's head went up in flames after the game.
Oh, and the, "It's only seven o'clock!? I'm already hammered!" which may or may not have been exclaimed by a Javi or Levi, Gene or Amy; just to mention a few of whom joined in on the family debauchery (although the aforementioned individuals were likely hammered long before kick off). The Mexican food, the beer and whiskey- a fantastic game spent in matchless company.

Then there was the bar on Friday (Piper on Saturday was notably less enjoyable), Keys on Main I've never had such a ridiculous amount of fun at a bar in all my days; drunken singing and dancing, Friends in Low Places, Piano Man, even Big Butts and Closer to God by Nine Inch Nails. So much fun. If you've never been, I totally recommend it!

And on another note, seventeen years ago today, Freddie Mercury of Queen died of pneumonia, brought on by AIDS. He was the first major rock star to die of this disease.

I hope everyone had a great weekend. Only three days at work this week! : )

Famous Five.

2008-11-21T08:57:00.009-07:00

>listening to: "and the anchor person on tv goes La de da de da de-dadedade-da !"<

So, I was reading Dooce yesterday and I came across her "Five Fame Fuckers".
You know- there's a Friends episode about it as well. It's a list from an alternate universe, where, if you were to run into these celebrities you've chosen, you could have guilt-free sex and your significant other couldn't say a word. Oh, keep in mind I said a list from an alternate universe and all the Brad Pitts and George Clooneys are DYING to have sex with a plain Jane like me or yourself.
So, I decided to share my list. It is as follows:

1. Ryan muh fucking Reynolds.

2. Justin Timberlake. He stole my heart as a curly, blonde haired teen heartthrob and he will always have it, okay?! Don't judge.

3. Johnny Depp. 4. Britney. (let's assume all of my choices are pre-breakdown and are clean.)
5. John Krasinksi.

After a several shots of Jameson, my list may be reduced to:
1.Seth Rogen, ala Knocked Up.
2. Fergie.
3. Britney Spears, post breakdown. I don't even care, she's hot. Don't judge.
4. Jonah Hill.
5. Sarah Silverman, but only if I could duct tape her mouth shut. That bitch is annoying.

I just had to give an honorable mention for the sober list; LC and Steven Tyler just missed the cut. I know, I know, Steven Tyler?! but I just find his immense mouth irresistible. ; )

And on an ending note,

Utes vs. Byu on Saturday.

GO UTES!

The Decemberists.

2008-11-20T13:28:00.004-07:00

I love The Decemberists! and I love this photo!
(I wish this picture would show up a bit bigger.)

HB, MRW... & Congrats on 1000th win, JS!

2008-11-20T08:56:00.008-07:00

>listening to: elton<
Happy Birthday, Joe Walsh and Howard Duane Allman!

I've just returned from a photo sesh with a few co-workers that I was completely unprepared for. Rolling out of bed this morning, minutes before I had to leave for work: not quite hungover, but definitely aware of the fact that I'd consumed 6-10 beers at the Jazz game last night. The decision to throw my gelled hair up into a messy, curly bun was made for me by the lack of time I had to get ready. Luckily, yesterday's make-up was just a bit smeared yet manageable for today.

In other words, I looked frightful.

Then I stumbled, exhausted, into a building full of bright-eyed bushy tailed people, all wearing our red 25th anniversary t-shirts, prepared for today's pictures.
Ugh.
Fortunately, Tom, an esteemed collegue of mine, was scheduled to take pictures the same time as myself, and he was just as enthusiastic as me about it; he in a purple shirt, me in a bright green shirt, seated on a couch with all others wearing those damned red shirts.
Then the photographer told Tom to seat himself on the floor with two other gentlemen to even out the photo.
Tom whined, "Can't I stay on the couch? Can't I stand?"
The photographer, "You can't stand, Tom. That bush is in the way," gesturing to a large plant positioned on the end of the couch.
Tom, not missing a beat, snapped back, "But I love bush!"
Tom got to stand next to the bush.

So, last night the crew went to the V.I.P. Jazz pre-game dinner and the game. I laughed the whole time and we were all pretty wasted. : ) Who wouldn't be, with the endless beer? AND you could get two beers at once. Niiiiice.

At the opening of the game, Coach Jerry Sloan was presented the game ball for his 1,000th win. That was cool. I wished my mom could have been there, because she's the biggest Jazz fan I know and she would have really appreciated seeing that.
The Jazz defeated the Bucks, 105-94.
I hope we can do it again soon!

(Summer's boyfriend, Kyle Korver. He's yummy!)

2008-11-18T12:31:00.000-07:00

I think you're lucky I don't want to get wound up in your web of deceit and lies.
And that I hold you to the highest of regard, although that is obviously not reciprocated.
She told me. I was a shoulder, an ear. "a drunken conversation is a drunken conversation."
I didn't ask to be brought into this. So, trust that I'll stay out.
But I just want you to know that I think what you're doing isn't fair.
I won't pass judgement on the decision, just make it already.
You had better hope you snap before I do..... But that is merely an empty threat.
Because I know better than to open my mouth.

I've caught it.

2008-11-18T08:51:00.003-07:00

>listening to: shuffle, right now it's the dire straits<

Why did I think this impending cold was avoidable?
Doug was sick, Ky, Mom, Mikey.
Did I think I was going to get away, scot-free?
While I breathed their plagued air?

All I want to do is drink everything in sight.
Beverages with carbonated bubbles to soothe my throat are preferred.
Tea and soup, to scorch away the diseased parasites that have decided to make their winter home on my throat.
I just want to sleep.

BUT NO. Instead, I've wasted my days off on foolish things and now I am stuck in misery at this SHITHOLE.

Please pray to your gods for me.

Hope I'm in better in time for the Jazz game tomorrow.

Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini?

2008-11-17T11:15:00.005-07:00

>listening to: the animales<

I've been blessed with a fairly good job during this terrible economic time; other measures are being taken in hopes that it won't affect my co-workers and me. We have been extremely slow as of late, but instead of downsizing or cutting our hours, they give us the choice of leaving early, or even taking several days off with minimal notice.
I have made the decision time and time again to take days off when I shouldn't be taking days off, but c'mon. Who wants to be cooped up inside, staring at a glaring computer screen when you could be outside in the beautiful late fall weather? Not I.

I took last Thursday and Friday off, which was a kick-off to a great weekend. Friday was an amusing night at Gene's. It seemed instantaneous that Zack was "singing lead vocals for Lynyrd Skynyrd with like, an angel band, in the front row, hammered drunk!" Watching him trying to charm the young ladies at the party was especially humorous. He thought he was being smooth and charismatic and he heard himself say, "Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes, and into a dry martini?" when in actuality he was just jumbling his words in an incomprehensible way, perhaps with drool dripping from the side of his mouth (hahah, right Pab?). When the girls laughed, he thought himself successful and irresistible, when they were just laughing at how intoxicated he was. When he face planted in the hallway, I decided it was time to take him home but he wasn't too fond of this idea, throwing punches and kicks, "I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME! THIS PARTY IS NOT OVER!" It took me, Ky, Pab and five other dudes I don't even know to get Zack into the car. After buying him two quarter pounder burgers from MacDonald's- one of which he threw out of the window at the sidewalk, all the while cursing at it, and the other he ate after it had fallen on the floor of my car- which is covered in dog hair, of course- we finally arrived at his house. He dealt with the fury of the garage code he has tucked away in his subconscious being incorrect by slamming his head into the garage, without a doubt, waking his entire family. Subsequently, his dad's girlfriend opened the door. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased. It was HILARIOUS. I've been laughing out loud at work as I remember the tomfoolery!
Saturday was my lovely date with the boys, dinner at Outback Steakhouse with Pab, Zack and Isaac. It was mostly spent bringing Zack up to speed on his antics of the night before, rolling with laughter and watching him blush.

It was a good weekend.
This morning, I woke up to beautiful sunshine leaking in the window. Maybe I will leave work early to take a nice walk. : )

P.S.- Ky, I hope you feel better soon. Can't wait to take care of you when work is over! xoxo

tedious, tiresome, BORING week. only wednesday? ugh.

2008-11-12T13:27:00.002-07:00

>listening to: elo<

HAPPY 63rd BIRTHDAY, NEIL YOUNG!
In 1971, Pink Floyd hits #3 in the UK with 'Meddle'.
In 1973, The Who hits #2 with 'Quadrophenia'.

Both are absolutely superb albums. I recommend them both! November 12th knows what it's talking about when it comes to music!

It's been a boring week. Hopefully it picks up in time for the weekend.
Oh, I've just been reminded of a Pab/Amanda date in the works for Saturday. Outback Steakhouse (never been) + all I can drink (which is a lot) = something to stay optimistic for.

(will they really only serve me four drinks before they cut me off?! what a rip.)

The Protest and I Need a Vacation.

2008-11-10T11:19:00.003-07:00

>listening to: bob marley<

At Friday night's protest on Proposition 8, as I looked from my cousin on one arm and my beautiful girlfriend on the other, I was proud of who I am; to be taking a stand for something I believe in- gay rights.

It was an amazing turnout- people from all walks of life were there to support the cause. Protest signs held high, amongst rainbow flags flying in the crisp autumn breeze. "Straight Male Married for Forty Years: I Support Equal Rights" one sign read, "Brigham Young Had 56 Wives, I Only Want One" read another. There was a mix of protest signs: humorous, angry, straightforward and then there were the ones that couldn't help but make me tear up: Children with signs, "I Love My Two Mommys" and "Love Makes a Family". Kylee made it on the Channel 4 news with her cute rainbow sign and her cute little speech. When we saw Rocky Anderson crossing the street, she couldn't resist asking to shake his hand. : ) I, on the other hand, was unsuccessful in conjuring up the crowd to join me in a "All You Need is Love" sing-a-long. It's fine, I sang it alone at the top of my lungs (numerous times).

Juan and Teicia are such good friends to have joined us. We had a brilliant idea to take my megaphone to the rally and Tecia led the crowd in SEVERAL chants with it.

"What do we want!?" she said,

"EQUALITY!" responded the crowd.

"When do we want it!?" she continued,

"NOW!!!" boomed the crowd.

So proud to have been a part of a peaceful protest, felt like such a hippie!

In other news, Kylee and I are trying to plan a vacation for sometime SOON. The warm weather has just gone, but it "feels like years since it's been here" and I'm already longing to feel warmth on my skin again. Everyone has been thinking about a cruise or mentioned Vegas here and there (we were thinking about Vegas this weekend... Whatever happened to that idea, guys?) but no solid plans have been made yet. Perhaps if I get the ball rollin', friends will jump on board? With my Marriott discount, I can get cheap cheap rooms in late February for:

HAWAII

COSTA RICA?

Decisions, decisions. Really, the possibilities are endless.
I just wish Australia with it's beautiful accents and the Great Barrier Reef was in my price range right now... As we all know, that is numero uno on my list. One day....

Equality March.

2008-11-07T12:05:00.004-07:00

>listening to: M.I.A.<
and oh so hungover, why is Thirsty Thursday ever a good idea?

Equality March at Temple Square

TONIGHT at 6 p.m.!

BRING YOUR VOICE!

Lists.

2008-11-05T11:12:00.010-07:00

>listening to: simon and garfunkel<
HAPPY 67th BIRTHDAY, ART GARFUNKLE!

The Top Ten Things I Hate About Winter

10. SNOW.
9. I don't ski or snowboard. Because I hate SNOW. What kind of Utahn am I?
8. The cabins are less accessible because Amanda does not have a 4-wheel drive vehicle, thank you very much.
7. I'm required to wear proper shoes. No more walking around in flip flops... Or barefoot, for that matter.
6. Eggnog. Yuck.
5. Getting sick.
4. Soaking pant cuffs... From walking in the SNOW.
3. The hiking trails I frequent during the spring, summer and autumn are CLOSED during the winter.
2. DRIVING IN THE SNOW.
1. Autumn is over. : (

The Top Ten Things (I Guess) I Like About Winter.

10. Hot chocolate. I could go for a cup right about now.

9. Scarves.

8. Snow. (don't tell my first list I mentioned that....)
7. Bundling up.
6. Summer is only a few months away....
5. Christmas lights.

4. Ice 101... Is it time to introduce it back into my life?

3. Beautiful snowstorms... Viewed from INDOORS.

2. Fireplaces.

1. The holidays and all the parties that come with them. : )

The Top Ten Things I Hate About Today, the First (real big) Snowstorm of the Year

10. Waking up late, even though I KNEW it was going to be snowing.

9. SNOW SNOW SNOW.

8. Scraping the snow off of my windows.

7. My broken window not staying up so I had to drive with my window down in a snowstorm.

6. I don't have proper shoes for the winter yet.

5. No scarf.

4. Did I mention snow?

3. Wet pant cuffs. Ugh. I hate that!

2. I'm freakin' cold.

and the number one thing I hate about today?.....

1. I'm not at home in bed, cuddling with Jude and Kylee.

Amen.

Changes.

2008-11-04T09:58:00.003-07:00

>listening to: arcade fire<

of whom, might I add, supports...

Maybe we're ready, Tupac.

Maybe we're ready.

Paul is Dead.

2008-10-29T14:54:00.018-06:00

>listening to: the beatles<

Thirty nine years ago today, New York's second underground newspaper, The Rat published the "Paul is Dead" theory.

Now, partnered with my Beatle mania, my infatuation with conspiracy theories makes the "Paul is Dead" rumor absolutely fascinating. Let me forewarn you, this won't be a short blog entry!

In late 1969, after the release of The Beatles' eleventh album, Abbey Road, a rumor began circulating- arguably originating (or at least fueled by) the story printed by The Rat- that Paul McCartney was dead.

Although the rumor had already been making it's way around colleges in the U.S., it ignited when Michigan disc jockey, Russell Gibb received a call from an individual that identified himself only as "Tom". Tom told Gibb that McCartney had died in a car accident at 5 a.m. on November 9th, 1966 after a heated argument with the rest of the Beatles and had been replaced with a look-a-like. Tom went on to say that beginning with Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beatles had supposedly left clues that Paul was dead in their album artwork, obscure lyrics, photos and even on records played backwards (or 'backmasking'. The Beatles had actually popularized it on Revolver).

Much of the so-called "evidence" is absolutely outlandish. As in the mysterious death of Jimi Hendrix, in the case of a possible conspiracy, the mind can easily conjure up sometimes silly theories and extract meaning from something meaningless. Lyrics were analyzed, taken apart and put back together with alleged hidden meanings, photos were inspected to show changes in McCartney's facial features between '66 and '67, simple details on album artwork were interpreted into shadowy implications that Paul was, in fact, dead.

Now, as much as I'm sure that Paul McCartney didn't die in that wreck in 1966, some of the "evidence" that he did die and was replaced by a Paul double is compelling. I'm not convinced the lyrics held hidden meaning and I'm certain the real McCartney acquired that scar on his lip from a moped accident, but the details on the album sleeves that were being brought to light are strangely coincidental.

My favorites?

1. The infamous Abbey Road album cover.

The Abbey Road cover is a deservedly well known image. It is also widely recognized that in this photo, Paul is out of step with the rest of the Beatles and he is barefoot. Taken with a grain of salt and to the naked eye, these two things may hold no meaning. It is certainly not concrete confirmation of the "Paul is dead" theory either, but upon further examination (and using your imagination) these two things aren't the end of the story.
Be it purely coincidental or not, the Fab Four on the cover of their eleventh album resemble a funeral procession. John leading in white is the clergy, the preacher or even God. Following him is Ringo in black symbolizing the undertaker, then Paul with a cigarette in hand, is the corpse. George is wearing casual clothes and is symbolizing the gravedigger. Perhaps this happened by pure chance and maybe it didn't.

2. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

All of the artwork for this album is abundant with supposed clues.

a) Most obviously, the people in the photo are looking over what appears to be a freshly dug grave. Perhaps Paul's?

b) All four of The Beatles are holding instruments here, but Paul's is the only one holding a black instrument. Paul is the only band member standing straight forward (not too sure why that's a clue, I'd say more of a variation to balance the photo). Another interesting clue here is, an open palm above Paul's head. In my research, I've come to know that this is an Indian symbol of death. Apparently, the image of an open palm over Paul's head occurs frequently in subsequent albums.

c) The yellow flowers under the flowers spelling the word BEATLES were a huge subject of scrutinization. They take the shape of a bass guitar, Paul's instrument. There are three sticks representing the strings of the guitar, minus the fourth string. These three sticks were to become representation of three remaining Beatles. Also, the flowers were believed to say, "PAUL?"

d) In the right of the photo sits a doll with a small car in her lap. It's a Aston-Martin- the model Paul was supposedly driving at the time of his fatal accident. The doll is sitting on the lap of an individual with a bloody driving glove.

e) The next clue I will mention was discovered by someone with far too much time on their hands; but is interesting and kind of cool nonetheless. Holding a mirror to the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, the reflective image reads, "IONEIX HE^DIE", with the arrow between "he" and "die" positioned so it is pointing right at Paul. The "IONEI" is interpreted into one and one and one is three Beatles, the "X" meaning there is no longer a fourth Beatle.

f) There are several supposed clues on the back cover of the album and even several on the front that I won't get into. The most interesting clue to me on the back sleeve is how they have their hands positioned to spell "LOVE", except, with Paul's back to us, the "O" from "LOVE" is absent.

Weird, right?

3. Now the most eerie to me is the backmasking. Intentional or not? Listening to these I literally got goosebumps!

Listen to "I'm So Tired" played backwards. "Paul is a dead man, miss him, miss him" is clearly heard. Listen
here.
Now listen to "Revolution 9". This time you can hear, "turn me on, dead man. turn me on, dead man."

CREEPY!

There are several other clues that surfaced over the years. Some are questionable and some are plain silly. All the browsing I've been doing in regards to this has almost changed my mind- I've always thought it all to be purely coincidental, but now my mind may have changed... Although, I don't believe Paul McCartney died "Wednesday morning at 5'oclock as the day begins", perhaps now, with all the evidence I am now familiar with as persuasion, I believe some of these things were put there intentionally? As a hoax? Some type of publicity stunt?

We will never know.

money ain't no thang... okay, it is.

2008-10-27T13:32:00.003-06:00

>listening to: the zombies<

Earlier, I was walking along a smudgy path with incoherent greens of grasses on either sides of me. I was aware my surroundings were hazy, but it seemed commonplace. Then, appearing out of nowhere, were stacks and stacks of MONEY. Solving every problem that has reared it's ugly head at me recently. Perhaps I even swam in a lake of $100 bills. Maybe lit a cigarette with a flaming $50, did a line of cocaine with a tightly rolled $20. Likely slapped a ho with a nice wad of cash. Just rollin' in the dough. Cash cash money.

Then I woke up. Aren't those the worst dreams ever? So misleading and disappointing. I will never have the courage to light a $50 bill on fire. Ever.

This is our decision to live fast and die young, we've got the vision, now let's have some fun!

2008-10-22T10:25:00.022-06:00

>listening to: MGMT, thanks Isaac.<

It's been awhile. Several observable events has transpired since last noted.

Item #1:

Why we never learn our lesson is beyond me....

Item# 2:

PRE 21 BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Item #3:

SUNDAY MORNING/AFTERNOON

=

It was a long, draining weekend but, as always, proved to be worth it. With Saturday being Zack's 23rd birthday, it was destined for Wendover to be nightmareish. It wasn't all bad; in fact, it was much more enjoyable than sitting in the exact place I am sitting now as I type, at work. The highlight of the trip was sneaking into the pool area with Sum, Jes and Zack.
With Kylee's birthday being on Monday, a pre-birthday bash was also unavoidable. Getting together with my girls (and Dougie... and Pab) at Stef's is necessary for me to keep my sanity. Following Stef's, we arrived at Zack's and hung around in his camper for a bit.

Then, on Saturday, for Zack's real birthday, we drove up to Isaac's cabin. Luckily, I have a cute girlfriend who will let me get drunk on the drive up there. Usually, driving in the pitch black mountains terrifies me, but when I've been drinking Potter's Crown, I just can't shut up about how much I love Britney Spears. (I do, OKAY!? Don't judge me.) Finally, Kylee, Doug, Drunk Amy and I arrived at the cabin and I was tackled to the ground by Zack out of excitement- it was quite the warm welcome! Earlier in the night, Zack and Isaac had attended a wedding and Isaac was still sporting the clothes he'd worn to it, a white button up shirt and tie. He voiced his disappointment in missing our arrival because he had wanted to scare us by putting a potato bag over his head to resemble a killer from the movie The Strangers (the guy in the middle in the photo. Have you seen it? Good movie).

It was an incredibly fun cabin trip. On Sunday, the weather was absolutely delightful! Isaac was (still) the most drunk I'd ever seen him and noted, "this is the best day of my life!" followed by uncontrollable giggles. We danced to fun music, drank rum and whiskey, four-wheeled, hot tub was necessary, the zip line, of course and new (Mormon) friends. Most definitely makes the Top 5 Best Cabin Trips of All-Time.

Monday was FINALLY Kylee's birthday! It seems like I've been waiting for that day to come... Forever! I took the day off and made Ky french toast for breakfast. Keep in mind, Amanda does not cook. It was quite simple though. Then we went to Ex-Wife's with Kylee's sister, Heather. I'd never been to the bar during the day. It was so much fun! We were the only ones at the bar with the crazy old hippie bartender. We played free pool and listened to fairly priced music. Kylee enjoyed herself, smiling the whole time- which always makes me happy.
Later on, we went to a bar downtown called Murphy's. Kylee has wanted this to be her birthday bar for years because of the sign out front that says, "A Step Down in Social Clubs" and the entrance is a step down from the street. LONG story short, the bartender there nearly ruined her birthday and I'm wasn't havin' it, so we left. Don't ever ever ever ever go there. Rude people. Good food, rude people. We tried another bar across the street, but it required two forms of I.D. I've never heard of that! Ky was beginning to get discouraged, but luckily, we ran across a cute little Martini bar that her sister had mentioned earlier in the night called Kristauf's. That place and the bartender there, Nikki, saved my girlfriend's birthday- she gave Ky a FREE year membership. Not to mention the drinks were delicious!! Also, we ran into an old friend which was nice.
So, all in all, it was a fantastic week off of work. Can't wait for the BIG PARTY for Kylee this weekend at Piper Down!

Birthday.

2008-10-09T10:26:00.004-06:00

Today is JOHN LENNON'S BIRTHDAY!

So, you musical genius, you- in your own words..........

You say it's your birthday

It's my birthday too, yeah

They say it's your birthday

We're gonna have a good time

I'm glad it's your birthday

Happy birthday to you.

Kylee said that her friend that lives in Hollywood might just very well be playing at your star today. Wish you were around to hear the Birthday wishes!

i need a sugar rush.

2008-10-08T15:40:00.002-06:00

Ugh. I need an over-priced Twix Ice Cream bar pick-me-up today. If only I had something of some sort of value to trade with the vending machine.

LSD and the cabin.

2008-10-06T12:46:00.011-06:00

>listening to: the rolling stones<

Let's open today's blog with a moment of silence because forty-two years ago today, a new federal law was passed, making possession of LSD illegal. (not that that stopped the explosion of the drug in the late 1960's...)

Here's to LSD, of which was slipped into the Beatles coffee by their dentist- forever changing music. Without LSD- my favorite book of all time, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest would not exist. Thank you, acid. Thank you.

And as for me, on Friday night, driving up to Isaac's cabin with a thick black mountain blanket encompassing my car, I nearly had a nervous breakdown. All that was visible in the beams of my headlights was a cold fog that seemed to travel inside the vehicle and NEARLY CHOKE ME.

I was seriously freaking out.

I insisted Kylee drive, so I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. She climbed out onto the desolate highway, into a cold, fall sprinkle (and that creepy fog!) and almost instanteously, the bright, monstrous lights of a diesel peered around the moutainside and seemed to ascend upon us at an alarming speed. We both shrieked, even though a) it was getting increasingly closer by the second, but it was still a very good distance back and b) we were far enough off the road that, had the diesel made it up to us, it would have rushed past us without harm and with just a slight rumble.
After that scare, I was cold and onery, and to be honest, just wanted a drink. But never having driven up to Isaac's cabin so late in the evening, felt we were lost. We pulled into a lifeless, eerie gas station.
"This is how scary movies start..." I'd said and received a look from Ky. "Don't say that." she'd snapped, obviously thinking the same thing.
We got out and paid A FREAKING DOLLAR to use the unfrequented pay phone to call Thomas. As the phone rang and rang, I stood barefoot in the rain and almost expectedly, watched a beat up pickup truck pull into the dark gas station behind us.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go." I hissed at Kylee as she and Tommy chit chatted about where we were and where we needed to be.

FINALLY, we arrived at the cabin, alive (I was beginning to wonder).
It was a lot of fun, I love those sonsabitches more than they will ever, ever know. It was a weekend full of music and booze, the hot tub in the rain, nudity, shameless sex (not I!), DELICIOUS Mexican food, reconstruction, laughter, photos (THESE ARE MEMORIES FROZEN IN TIME PEOPLE! I hate MJH, but god, she's hilarious in Can't Hardly Wait. I digress-) crossing bridges, zip lines, and pornographic images etched into the dirt. Zack was acting Jim Morrisonesque before noon on Saturday and we were all soaking in a tub of luke-warm beer by two (the beer-fights are always inevitable).

This was also the latest in the year I've ever been to Isaac's cabin; waking up to snow caps on the tippy-tops of the mountains was not a treat- but the drive home was amazing. "The weather outside is.... weather!" (we also watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall. OMG, hilarity! Definitely makes my list of Top 20 Movies of All-Time! I've been easily distracted blogging today. Still, I digress-) It had stopped raining and was a nice temperature. The yellows of the leaves brightened up the tops of the mountains against a perfectly baby blue sky while the reds ignited the base. I was entranced in the low-hanging clouds, the reservoir on the left and the explosion of colors. So so beautiful. I love autumn! Can't wait to go up again!

Hope you all had a fantastic weekend. Oh- TWO WEEKS UNTIL KY'S 21st BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA!!

EXCITED

2008-10-03T18:57:00.002-06:00

I'm not going to make this entry all fancy like because I was only here at work for three and a half hours and during that time I was doing my hair and make up because as soon as I leave in three minutes we're on the way to

ISAAC'S CABIN.

So excited to spend a weekend in beautiful company and fall foliage. Too bad it might rain!

Have a good weekend all.

blah.

2008-10-01T13:23:00.002-06:00

I have no motivation to blog today. Or to be at work, for that matter.
I'll get myself an overpriced Twix Ice Cream Bar pick-me-up and try back later.

Monday, after a long weekend.

2008-09-29T13:23:00.003-06:00

>listening to: zztop<

This past weekend was an eventful one and thank goodness it was a LONG one. It consisted of plenty of rest and partying, cleaning and spending quality time with important people.

On Thursday, I set out for a lengthy hike up Emigration Canyon to enjoy more of the beautiful fall colors. It was absolutely breathtaking and serene! Luckily, I stumbled upon a trail I'd never hiked before- and it was indescribable. A sparkling creek trickling alongside me, leaves crunching underfoot, mountains towering in the distance, a slight breeze ruffling my hair... Amazing. I just kept thinking how much I wished Kylee were there with me to experience fall's beauty. I think she and I are taking the same hike today when I get off of work.

Later Thursday, after my hike, we viewed the SEASON PREMIER OF THE OFFICE! with Amy and Gene. I'm so excited that it's Office time again- although, I will miss viewing it every Thursday with my roomies like we did last year.

October is going to be an incredibly busy month for me; trip to the Atencio cabin this upcoming weekend- that should be interesting, if it really happens, Zack's birthday, Kylee's 21st birthday, all of the plans I'm making for her 21st birthday and of course, Halloween. Not to mention, it's FALL- the most beautiful season of the entire year. Excited!

Rose Park.

2008-09-23T10:34:00.003-06:00

>listening to: interpol<

So, yesterday morning, as I was making my customary commute to work, I heard on the radio that two men were shot to death in my neighborhood, Rose Park, several hours before, around 5 a.m.. The radio announcer (Jon Carter. I love John Carter and the Coach on the Arrow 103.5!) mentioned that two victims had been traveling on bicycle... The first thought that entered my mind was that I hoped that my Uncle Joe was okay... He frequents that area on his bicycle. I knew I would have heard about by then, if he had been involved.

Well, later, I heard that two men had been shot to death right around the corner from my old house. So close that, had I still been residing in my basement bedroom, I would have heard the fatal gunshots. Apparently, the suspect had felt threatened by the two on bikes and had shot them, in self defense? Read it here: http://www.ksl.com/index.phpnid=148&sid=4324787 Sadly, the same typical story. Unfortunately, it's not the homicide I am directly concerned with, although my thoughts are with the victims' families... My concern lies with the flurry of negative attention that my neighborhood gets when something like this occurs on our streets. "Such a bad neighborhood," they always say, "so many gangs." Yeah, bullshit on that. I grew up on those streets. I've lived on those streets my entire life and not once have I felt my life threatened, at least not anymore than I've felt it threatened in any other area. The ignorance of some people is nauseating... The comments they make about Rose Park are uneducated and even racist- this is a comment straight from the KSL.com page about Rose Park, "Oh yes, you are correct, that's why we moved, too many gangs and shootings, primarily hispanic. We couldn't even have our pre-teen daughters in the front yard without the hispanic neighbors sitting in their garages staring at them. It was creepy! Sadly they forced us out." Dripping with bigotry and stupidity. Complete lack of intelligence!

It is aggravating when people refer to my neighborhood as the "ghetto" and genuinely mean it and believe it; Merriam-Websters defines 'ghetto' as, a situation that resembles a ghetto especially in conferring inferior status or limiting opportunity.

It is completely ludacris to believe, from the sole reason that one lives in Rose Park, that they are inferior to anyone residing elsewhere. Crime occurs everywhere. Anyone, be it a white person, a black person, Asian, Polynesian, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, man, woman, gay, straight, tall, short, fat, skinny- ANYONE can pick up a gun. Maybe we should concentrate on that, rather than placing the blame on a certain neighborhood.

Excuse Me While I Kiss the Sky.

2008-09-22T08:57:00.005-06:00

>listening to: jimi hendrix<

Last Thursday, the 18th, I unfortunately failed to blog even though I was eager to do so, as it had been thirty-eight years since the amazing, inventive guitarist Jimi Hendrix died. Hendrix belongs to the "27 Forever Club". This popular culture reference refers to a group of musicians that died under mysterious circumstances at the age of 27. Alongside Jimi stand Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Rolling Stones co-founder and guitarist, Brian Jones and Kurt Cobain; the first four all died within two years, beginning with Jones' death in 1969 and ending in 1971 with Morrison's death.

It is not completely ridiculous that it is merely coincidental that these legendary musicians suffered untimely deaths at the same age, especially considering the way of life in 1960's- after all, the term "sex, drugs and rock 'n roll was coined during this decade. But with the varying degrees of mysteriousness surrounding each death, the concidence is hard to ignore.

Without a definite cause of death in some cases (in Morrison's case, "heart failure, probable heroin overdose"), or inconsistencies in the retelling of the musicians' last hours in others, the mind tends to conjure up perhaps outrageous theories and extract meaning from something otherwise overlooked. It seems that it's plausible that this happened in probably all of these cases, but it's been put out there that Hendrix may have predicted his own death five years prior, with these lyrics:

Five years,

this he said,

he is not gone.

He is just dead.

Maybe, but most likely, not. Still, the mystery surrounding his death is mistfying.
Jimi Hendrix spent the day before he'd died with an alleged "fiance", doing what, it is still unclear. There are speculations of parties, drugs and a meeting in the early morning hours that Jimi may not have wanted to attend. The morning of September 18th, 1970, Hendrix was supposedly found, still alive, but with vomit on his mouth and nose. Hendrix's fiance, Monika Dannenman, claims he was still alive when an ambulance arrived, but it is argued that police reports show he was already dead. The official cause of the death of Jimi Hendrix is asphyxiation.
In 1993, the case was re-opened by the Scotland Yard at the request of one of Hendrix's old flings, Kathy Etchingham. She blatantly placed blame at the hands of Monika Danneman. After a twenty-three year struggle to clear her name, Danneman killed herself in the garage of her home by carbon monoxide poisoning.

But Hendrix's death remains a mystery. There are many theories regarding Jimi's death but it will likely be one of those mysteries that will go on unsolved.

It may have been the end of a young, promising life, but in his own words, he is not gone.
he is just dead.

And as for me, I've got a severe case of the Monday blues. Last night's slumber was not amazing or plentiful; it also brought an nice, relaxing yet eventful weekend to an end, and that is never fun! Friday night was spent at Stef's with a few new people and it's always fun to see Kate. Saturday morning I was faced with a rude awakening, though. Due to the carelessness of my brother and his frivolous pothead friends, my parents' balcony nearly burnt completely down- almost beginning the house on fire. Luckily, my dad was awakened in the early morning and noticed the flames that were as tall as the house. He and my brother were (THANK GOD) successful in putting it out before it had reached a nearby propane tank. The whole event shook me; what would I have done? My family and I are extremely close. If that fire would have gotten that propane tank..... It is certain that someone would have to commit me I'm grateful that my family is safe. But as for the patio furniture... R.I.P.

Saturday night, Kylee and I entertained at her place. I enjoyed myself thoroughly... And the apartment SPARKLED. I should have taken pictures.

Sunday afternoon was spent driving through the Uintas- one of my favorite places to be. Every year I promise myself I will treasure the beautiful image of the radiant colors of fall in Utah's mountains long through the bitter winter and new spring, and through the blistering summer.... But every year, I am consistenly surprised but never disappointed. It is astonishing that nature can change from such a vivid green to such a lavish, dark maroon. Now, with the leaves just beginning to turn, the greens are still mostly predominant with dashes of bright, vibrant yellow amongst them. So far this year, the most breathtaking are the pinkish/oranges that are just indescribable! If the drive itself wasn't a treat enough, it was Provo Falls that was our final destination. The temperature was perfect. I took a lot of photos that may or may not make it on this damn blog one day, if I ever have the patience to transfer the pictures from my camera onto my computer. Jude was being a bit michevious, he loved the exploring.

To finish off the weekend, we had a double feature movie night at Pab's house which included the Grindhouse movies (love Deathproof), the largest Pie Pizza I've ever seen in all my life (I never thought a pizza that HUGE could be necessary!) and ice cream sundays (yes, with that spelling! : ) ) that Douglas and I coordinated. It was quite enjoyable.

Thank goodness I only work three days this week!

Try to Set the Night on FIRE.

2008-09-17T13:55:00.005-06:00

>listening to: the doors<>
1967. Many famous entertainers performed on the stage of the Ed Sullivan Show at the height of their career's. Some, such as The Beatles, had many opportunities to do so. The controversial/counterculture band, The Doors, were only given that opportunity once. Forty-one years ago today, the Doors made their infamous first- and only- appearance on the show. The Doors were asked to change their lyric, "Girl, we couldn't get much higher", to "Girl, we couldn't get much better". Really? C'mon, Ed Sullivan. It was Jim Morrison. I guess I shouldn't expect Ed to have known exactly what that meant just yet; The Doors had been on tour constantly since the release of their album in August '66, but Morrison hadn't yet developed his extremely unpredictable stage persona, that he became famous for... I guess this brings up the argument that quite possibly, Morrison's stage antics were born on Ed Sullivan's stage? Needless to say, Morrison sang the original lyrics. Sullivan was infuriated and refused to shake the band's hand at the end of the performance. When The Doors were told they would never play Ed Sullivan again, Jim Morrison is known for saying, "So what. We just did the Ed Sullivan Show."
What a rockstar.

Mr. Jim Morrison, despite his vulgarity and alcoholism (hey, he and I may have some things in common. har har har jokes. JOKES!), he has always been someone I've idolized. He's iconic, legendary. His writing is inspirational to me above most others. Many times my uncle Greg has told me the story of when The Doors came to Salt Lake (apparently, the only time... seems Morrison succeeded on more than one occasion in wearing out his welcome). The fact that it was an enjoyable concert seems to always be overshadowed by Jim "being an asshole" in my uncle's retelling. I smile, though. I wasn't living during the Doors, perhaps that's a fortunate thing. Because the mess that was Jim Morrison (and I don't necessarily mean that in an offensive way...), the stages in his music and life- his self destruction- made him a classic rock legend today.

Shine On You Crazy Diamond.

2008-09-15T14:04:00.006-06:00

>listening to: pink floyd<

Richard Wright bid us, "Goodbye Cruel World" today. His "Time" here on earth has come to a tragic end, at the age of 65. Farewell, oh co Pink Floyd founder, you have finally become "Comfortably Numb". I wonder if they will have services at "The Fletcher Memorial Home"...

Enough with the terrible Pink Floyd song references, read the entire story below.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/7617363.stm

I am playing "Wish You Were Here" in your honor, Mr. Rick Wright. You were legendary!

My boyfriend, Sailor.

2008-09-11T14:48:00.006-06:00

>listening to: modest mouse<

This day in Beatles' history:

In 1964, The Beatles, while on their first American Tour, were scheduled to play a concert at the Gator Bowl in Jacksonville, Florida. On September 6th, 1964, after having found they were to perform to a segregated audience, they announced they would not be playing unless the "Negroes were allowed to sit anywhere". Because no American pop band had pushed the boundaries of this social issue, it stirred up controversy in America. Paul McCartney publicly announced the band's confusion on why the audience was segregated in the first place and John Lennon had said, "We never play to segregated audiences and we aren't going to start now. I'd sooner lose out appearance money". The Beatles ended up playing September 11, 1964 to a disegregated crowd. Those charming British fellows always got what they wanted, didn't they? : )

In 1967, 'All You Need Is Love' hits #1 (Billboard).

In 1968, 'Hey Jude' hits #1 (UK Record Retailer chart).

Oh, how I love writing about The Beatles and especially events in their career that helped the development of society in the 1960's. GOD! I SHOULD HAVE LIVED THROUGH THE 60's!!

Oh well. Here I will remain, in the 2008. At MRW.
But, it's Thirsty Thursday and I have a date with a sailor tonight. : )

2008-09-10T13:05:00.006-06:00

>listening to: britney<

Don't give me shit for listening to Britney, okay? On a rare occasion, something overcomes me and I have the uncontrollable urge to return to my teeny-bopper days (oh, how I was in love with Justin Timberlake) and fill my ears with sugary-pop tunes such as "Lucky" (my Britney favorite). I think, taking my otherwise smart music choices into consideration, I can allow myself the rare indulgence in bubblegum pop, or even more RARELY, RAP. GASP.

Besides, could it be? Could Brit be making a comeback? Even though I'm not so disappointed that I missed the 2008 VMA's (not really my cup of tea.... anymore. I used to be a teeny-bopper, ok!?), I heard Britney cleaned up, finally taking home THREE Moonman statues: first VMA's of her career.

You go girl. *snaps*

Now, with that being said, let me share with you a little "piece of me". (har har har)

Joys
1. Music
2. Writing
3. Friends. Including first and foremost, but not limited to, this cutie:

(Look at her, trying to fight with my dog!)

Fears
1. Not accomplishing my goals in life
2. Spiders.
3. Heights.

Current Obsessions/Collections
1. M•A•C makeup. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's a guilty pleasure of mine.... Actually, no. I don't feel guilty about my M•A•C obsession at all.

2. I collect vinyl. Kind of. My dad has hundreds of vinyl records that he will someday pass along to me. For now, in my own person collection, I have... one. Dark Side of the Moon. Of course! The one will develop into several, some day or another. When I have my phonograph to play them on. : )
3. Planning my girlfriend's birthday/birthday party. It's going to be "off the hook", if you will. : )

Surprising Facts
1. I was a vegetarian for six years of my life.
2. I like cemeteries. I could spend several hours in them. I find them fascinating!
3. I am a ChaCha guide. hahaha

Now, with that pointless yet time consuming and entertaining blog under my belt, I will go back to slaving away. Another day, another dolla'.

This Day in Rock 'n Roll History.

2008-09-09T12:49:00.017-06:00

>listening to: shuffle<

This day in Beatles history:

In 1966, Eleanor Rigby hits number 1.

This song is often overlooked as a point in The Beatles' transformation from a pop band to a experimental, psychadelic rock band. But, in my opinion, it was definitely a turning point. In the 1960's, it was fairly uncommon for a pop band to write a song about lonliness and depression. Although it wasn't a first for The Beatles, they were slowly beginning to shift from their pop love songs to a more sombre outlook.

An additional piece of interesting information I've stumbled upon, in the 1980's, an 'Eleanor Rigby' was found buried in St. Peter's Parish Church in Woolton, Liverpool. A statue was constructed at the gravesite and dedicated to "all the lonely people". Just something to add to the list of "things to see someday after my first million and before death".

In 1971, US release of John Lennon's: 'Imagine'.

(The song with the same name of the album, Imagine, was released in 1971 as well. It would reach #3 on the U.S. Billboard charts. Later, it would be named the third greatest song of all time by Rolling Stone magazine. This I won't go into.... Imagine is world renowned and speaks for itself.)

Also, on September 9th, 1965, Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone" reaches #2. This song would also make its way onto Rolling Stone's list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. In the November 2004 issue of the magazine, "Like a Rolling Stone" came in at numero uno. Rolling Stone stated, "No other pop song has so thoroughly challenged and transformed the commercial laws and artistic conventions of its time."

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

This was the song he played as an encore at the show on August 31st. The rain was falling and the masses of people were beginning the muddy trek to their vehicles, allowing me closer access to the stage. How could they leave during the greatest song of all time!? Although this song is twice my age, for me, I could never see it getting old!

Rain or motherfucking SHINE.

2008-09-02T12:17:00.007-06:00

Review: Despite downpour, Dylan does the mountain reads the headline in the Salt Lake Tribune this morning, DEER VALLEY - When your Deer Valley ticket says "Rain or Shine," believe it. As a cold front moved across Northern Utah Sunday night, a drenching rain reduced the Deer Valley hillside to a mudslide.

This past Labor Day weekend was, interesting, to say the least. Interesting in that odd, never-a-dull moment way. Friday was relatively sane, we introduced Kylee's new pup, Jude, to several of his aunts and uncles. I saw my good friend Aubree for the first time in what seems to have been months... and we all made the trip out of the hood and the nearby areas to Javi and Lil Zach's new place, out in no-man's land.

Jude. Isn't he cute?

Saturday night was on the other end of the spectrum, however. It began marvelously, Doug's a better wifey that I will ever be; his fabulous cooking will undoubtedly land him a sugar daddy sooner than later. It developed into a bizarre, inebriated time which, rest assured, opened the door for a near future no one can predict. While still remaining a ridiculously good time...

I was hoping Sunday would hold a nice ride on the ski lifts in Deer Valley perhaps, but damn good music for sure- just an overall relaxing time. One could only hope. I had intended on being in Deer Valley for the concert at noon, but of course, those intentions were shot with a whiskey/rum hangover and we didn't make it down until nearly six. Completely unprepared for what would unfold.
The line for the sold out concert was millions of people deep, PREPARED people. When I say prepared, I am not just referring to preparation for the rain that would nearly drown us, but these people had made PLANS. They had coolers, backpacks, bottles of wine, wine glasses, rum, vodka, food, a grill, lawn chairs, blankets. Not to mention umberellas, rain slickers, boots, coats, blankets, blankets, blankets. Boy, did Kylee and I feel stupid with our 8 16 oz. Bud Lights, light jackets, shorts, flip flops and thin blanket.
The rain began to pour as the line began to move. "Rain or motherfucking SHINE." Kylee had said. At first, I just saw the rain as an addition to a promising evening. Even at the point where I realized our drenched blanket was no longer going to help and seeing Bob motherfucking Dylan over all of the umbrellas was going to be almost impossible, I stayed optimistic. And the rain poured on. I was soaked, but my excitement kept me warm as he began the show with, naturally, Rainy Day Women #12 & #35. It was a remarkable concert. Ky and I cuddled and danced to keep warm. Those damn Bud Lights ended up being a shitty beer blanket... Luckily, Andy came along with a cooler of high point beer that got me feeling a bit toasty, even for just a minute.
Even though we hadn't prepared for this concert like we should've, it was quite memorable. Bob Dylan, even at 67 is awesome. And ditching your shoes like a true hippie and sloshing around in the mud, is priceless.

B mf D!

2008-08-29T17:20:00.009-06:00

>listening to: bob dylan<

I was so excited to see Bob Dylan perform at Deer Valley this weekend. So excited. But then, I procrastinated like a jackass and the tickets sold out. THEY SOLD OUT! I was so disappointed in myself because I let this once in a lifetime opportunity slip from my grasp. Never again will I have the opportunity to see such an amazing musician from the 1960's, one of whom lead the hippie movements with his anti-war anthems. This motherfucker lived alongside JOHN LENNON and JIM MORRISON! NEVER AGAIN WILL I HAVE SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY! I began searching online for tickets; luckily (or unfortunately, depends on how you look at it) I found tickets, but they were more than DOUBLE the price that they were originally going for. I was willing to pay that, but Kylee told me to hold off because she might have an inside source that could get them for cheaper. Well, as this weekend grew nearer and we didn't hear back from her source, I began losing hope. Every time Dylan came on the radio (which seemed to be ridiculously more often than usual- way to rub it in, Arrow 103.5!) or on my ipod, or wherever- HE SEEMED TO BE EVERYWHERE!- I would groan and hold my ears.
Well, on Wednesday night, after I had given up all hope, Kylee called me, I could hear the smile in her voice,
"GUESS WHAT!"
"What?"
"I posted an add on craigslist for Bob Dylan tickets," she said, "and someone just called in response to it!"
I was too excited to put into words, really.
Well, we drove up to Park City where this cute-in-a-dorky-way guy was waiting to sell us his tickets. I was a bit concerned with authenticity of these tickets, but when we stopped to chat with him, those concerns were completely washed away. He was even nice enough to give us free lift tickets and $20 off of what Kylee said she'd pay because he felt bad for charging her that much.

Isn't my girlfriend the cutest damned thing in the world?

I have my tickets in hand, I'm relieved and excited. And all other Bob Dylan at Deer Valley ticket holders can rest easy; you no longer need to fear that I will drown my sorrows with Irish whiskey, think it's a good idea to come down to Park City and mug you for your tickets. BECAUSE I HAVE MY OWN! : )

So, needless to say, I'm looking forward to this three day weekend. Javi and Lil Zach moved into an apartment together and although it's FAR, I can see us hanging out there often. They mentioned a possible Housewarming BBQ and pool party this weekend. Also, Dougie is throwing a dinner party on Saturday. Oh yeah, and BOB MOTHERFUCKING DYLAN on Sunday!!

To add to all of the recent excitement, today I bought Kylee 1/5 of her birthday present... An eight week old Cocker Spaniel puppy. When Ky broke up with her last girlfriend, she was unable to keep the dog they shared (which really belonged to her) so, she had to leave him behind. In the past eight and a half months that we've been hanging out, she has spoken constantly about how much she misses him and how she would love to have a new puppy. She has been looking a lot lately and she sent me a specific ad from KSL saying she loved him already, but she didn't have the money to buy the puppy. She was unaware, but I had also been looking for a puppy for her and had contacted a few people, but nothing had worked out. Finally, I conviced her to let me buy him for her as an early birthday present. On the way to pick him up, we were attempting to name him. Being the boozers that we are, some of the first were
Jameson and (Jim) Beam. The good ones are already taken though, her mom has a dog named Jack and her sister's dog's name is Sailor. Next we started throwing things out like, Zepellin, Black (Dog), (Jim) Morrison, Arnold Layne, etc., but when I mentioned Jude, she was sold (Hey Jude is her favorite Beatles song). He is the cutest damn puppy ever and his name fits him so well. Ky's not supposed to have dogs in her apartment building, but we've spotted several other dog owners and if we train our puppy correctly, he will be well-behaved and we won't have to worry about being caught.
They're home playing right now and I really just want to leave this shithole job to go hang out with them. Hey, Life... Throw me another raise. K? Thanks.

every little thing's gonna be alright.

2008-08-26T16:14:00.002-06:00

>listening to: bob marley<

Recently, my past and my present collided and did not simultaneously combust. No one's heads exploded, the world did not stop turning, hell did not freeze over and pigs did not sprout wings and take flight around the Greater Salt Lake area.

Bob Marley was so smart when he said, "Every little thing's gonna be alright."
Those damn stoners are so carefree. Carefree and brilliant.

hit me baby.

2008-08-19T15:00:00.008-06:00

>listening to: the beatles<

So, I didn't get the stupid fucking promotion and I don't want to write about it except to say the lucky bastard who DID get it better FEAR THE WRATH OF AMANDA, THE END.

Now that that is said, WOW. Aren't we fond of the new look? New look being the new banner, since I can't figure anything else out. Let's keep our fingers crossed that the individual that created the image that is now my banner doesn't stumble upon my using it without his permission a.k.a. some type of PLAGERISM! GASP! But I'm not too worried, who even reads this anyway? Kylee, please don't tell the artist who created the above creation that I stole it without his authorization. K? Thanks. And to the sir of whom has the time to create something so pretty that I can steal so easily, if ever my blog makes me rich and famous, I give you my word that you will get some type of loyalty... Or, at least, a thank you. Some time of appreciation will be awarded.

Moving on, who even does this?

Oh, Brit. You poor, poor, delicious trainwreck. Someone loves your downward spiral enough to capture your agony forever in ink on their person. I have to give this individual PROPS for the clever idea to tattoo a bald, enraged former child pop star on themselves. Although, it's not something I would EVER even consider.

Now John Lennon, I would do.

To each his own, I guess. Some of us like to honor legendary musicians and others like to poke fun at Hollywood shitshows. HA!

After I ran across the tattoo of Brit, I also came across this:

http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/popup?id=2339802

BLACKLIGHT TATTOOS?!?!

Really. I could most definitely jump on board with that. The ideas are already running through my head... My Dark Side of the Moon tattoo could be set off PERFECTLY with some UV ink. Perhaps I will look into it.... I've been aching for a new tat for awhile. This could be the answer!!

Helper.

2008-08-18T14:20:00.003-06:00

>listening to: shuffle<
and Tom Price being a creeper.

So, I can't believe the summer is already drawing to a close. This year seems to have gone by so quickly so far. Honestly, it seems like only last week I was longing and hoping for warm weather and fall semester is already here.

I enjoyed myself this past weekend in the small town of Helper; Stef's shows were outstanding! Secily made it to town and I was lucky enough to finally see the band in it's entirety- the girls that were a part of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover prior to my involvement made it down as well. They were fabulous!! Kim adds so much more as violinst and Rachel pulled everything together with her bass face. : ) A lot of merch was sold, Stef's (ridiculous!) older brother, Mike, was in charge of the CD's and t-shirts. I haven't had a chance to listen to the CD yet, but I've heard it's AWESOME! I'm so honored I'm a part of all of this. 50 Ways continue to grow and to surprise me! I was deeply inspired by the violin, which enhanced all of the songs I've grown so familiar with. When I was younger, I myself, was a violinst. I'd completely forgotten all about those days, until I was re-introduced to the beauty a violin can create. I'm thinking about picking it back up in case things go sour with Kim. ; )
So, the shows were a success. Stef's mother came, which was obviously a big deal to her. Kylee, Traci and I stood in suspense as Mom's Song was played, trying to sneak glances at her mother's reaction. I teared up a little. Pab, Doug and Jes even made it down for the Sunday show. We were all pretty hungover from Saturday night (which was, in Kylee's words, a shitshow!) so we bought some beers from the gas station and chased the hangover blues while listening to great music.

It was a nice weekend, I was happy I got to share it with a bunch of my close friends. I was concerned Pab, Doug and Jes weren't going to make it down. In Salt Lake, Zack was having a party on Saturday night and an [omitted] who happens to be a pretty shitty friend to everyone but still manages to be a big deal, was supposedly attending. Sometimes I'm curious as to why, of all the rare times he does hang out, that I am not present. Then I remember, oh yeah, he's "not allowed" to be around me. Even though I have a girlfriend of my own who I care very, very much about. Grow up. I have.

I will post pictures from the show soon!

Summer Will End in Helper.

2008-08-13T12:42:00.003-06:00

>listening to: the white stripes<

Things have been extremely up and down lately. I've gotten like fourteen tickets this summer (slight exaggeration... only like five, but still!), I've been in and out of trouble at work constantly- as I'm attempting to apply for a promotion! I've exchanged words with two of my favorite people. I hate when I argue with people when we're intoxicated. Things are said that aren't meant (loudly), ridiculous decisions are made (loudly), arguments are presented that one never would have imagined in a sober mind (loudly).... Over the most insignificant things! As much as I prefer to wait until I'm sober to decide if I have a valid reason to shed light on a situation, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I am provoked. Or, at least, I think I am provoked. Ugh, alcohol.

But, for the most part, as predicted, this summer has been fun.

This weekend, my girlfriend has to travel to Helper, Utah for work with the band that she manages (Ky, you have to travel for "work". Isn't that awesome? You bad ass band manager! Your Rewards card will come in handy when Stef goes on her first World Tour.) So, on Friday after work, we will be road trippin' it down with the 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover crew. I'm looking forward to it! I've never been to Helper, I'm sure it's no Vegas- but the band has to start somewhere. Also, it will be a weekend away with my girl, Traci and Stef. I promised Trace (who recently turned 21! Yay!) we'd be drunk together from sun up to sun down.... WHISKEY FOR BREAKFAST! Sound good to anyone else? : )

Pig Bastard.

2008-08-11T09:42:00.003-06:00

>listening to: kings of leon<

I woke up this Monday morning feeling lethargic and with a wish to stay in my bed all day with my sweetheart. We both decided to be as late as we could be, squeezing as much cuddle time possible out of every single minute from seven a.m. to about eight fifteen a.m. I hate going our seperate ways on Monday mornings.
I didn't even want to pry myself out of Kylee's grasp. I love feeling her naked body against mine. : ) And I didn't want to open my eyes and shake the dreams from my hair AT ALL.

But those are the typical things that make me hate Monday mornings. Today there was an additional factor that made me want to skip work all together and just go back to bed.

I was PULLED OVER by a jackass pig bastard cop mother fuck. Cunt asshole bitch FUCK DICK. (My apologies, upon reminiscent of that douche bag, I felt the need to be vulgar.) Because I was driving alone for twenty feet in the "high occupancy vehicle lane". Can someone please tell me why our tax dollars go to pay for some wanna-be bad ass cop with cheap All-a-Dollar aviators and a shitty thin mustache to sit on the side of the freeway waiting specifically for someone such as myself, who only enters and exits the freeway at points they are familiar with sos not to lose themselves (yeah yeah, I am admittingly terrible when it comes to driving, freeways, directions, etc.) and of whom is not especially concerned with endangering anyone's safety by ENTERING the freeway in a carpool lane, just to quickly exit (and I mean QUICKLY, before I miss my exit!), please tell me why I pay for him to pull me over and smirk in my innocent face and make me fork over money for a ticket that could otherwise be paying for me to further my education?

Please tell me why cops cause me to have a sailor's mouth and not care that I just wrote the longest run-on sentence in history? GOD, THEY EVEN FUCK UP MY WRITING!

But seriously, why is there a cop wasting perfectly good crime-solving time punishing me for driving in the God forsaken carpool lane? WHY IS THERE EVEN A GODDAMN CARPOOL LANE?

Sometimes I wonder. When I needed help, when I needed closure, when I looked to the law for assistance, the only time I've ever asked for their help- for something incredibly more important than a high occupancy vehicle lane restriction, I was just written on a paper and filed away somewhere, never to be bothered with again. It just doesn't seem right to me.

Take a bite out of crime, motherfucker.

Memory Lane & The Future.

2008-07-21T11:57:00.006-06:00

07/20/07
So, I had to close at work two days this past week. Good fucking God, it has seemed like the longest week of my life! But now that it's Friday, it seems too good to be true. Last Friday seems so long ago! I took half a personal day, got home at 1030 and was drunk by noon. It was awesome. That day also seemed like a long day, but in the good way. I spoke with Jessica online about how drinking is our hobby, like cross stitching is other peoples' hobby. And could one really cross stitch too much? It was a fantastic drunken analogy. Then I went to Target with Pab and Amy, got some drunken lunch, showed Pab the house, went back to my parents' house and drank with Zack and Pab, then went to Moana's to check out the couch she sold me (for thirty dollars! since she's moving to St. George.) We got high at Moana's, then went to Pab's. We were both pretty high on the drive back down to the hood and laughing at the most ridiculous things. But it was great. Pab's house was fun, too! Everyone was talking about Amy, Aub's and my new home and how "sick" it's going to be. First thing Isaac said as he walked up, "I heard about your guys' house, congratulations!" and gave Aubs and me a big hug. He said it was the talk of the town, no really. And it made me happy that everyone was talking about it, and are as excited as we are. I guess all of the stress I'm under will pay off in a few weeks. I really do have the greatest group of friends one could ask for, everyone volunteered their help. "Are you going to need help? Because I'd love to help!" Zack, Thomas, even Kim. Isaac told me about some cable special he could hook us up with. They made me smile............

As I looked over my journal for the past two years, it was hard to imagine that this was only a year ago. A half a day of work was at 1030! and closing two days a week was out of the ordinary!, we were partying at Pablo's every weekend, I was moving into The Triple A House (instead of out of), Moana was still here, Isaac wasn't nearly married.... Only a year ago. Why does it seem like so much longer?

I wish I wasn't so busy so I could enjoy my summer. This summer has planted a seed of hope in my mind. A hope that one day, I will be so well off, I can take the entire summer off of work. OR that I will be paid to write my Rolling Stone articles from a hammock, blowing in the slight Cairns' breeze.

Yes, oh yes, one day I will lie, drowsy in this high afternoon sun. Swinging in this comfortable-looking hammock, a fitting Sex on the Beach in one hand, a pen in the other. Perhaps, considering I will be a world-renowned writer, I will be able to advance from the archaic pen to other technologically advanced things such as a laptop. Either way, I will be surrounded with three of my favorite things- the outdoors, sunshine. booze. and words.

ONE DAY.

they don't sleep anymore on the beach.

2008-07-17T14:37:00.004-06:00

>listening to: godspeed you! black emperor<

Cleaning house is lame.
Moving sucks.
Finding an apartment is tedious.
Working thirteen hour days for two weeks straight [so you can afford the apartment you haven't found yet] is draining.

I miss my friends.
I miss the Mexican.
I miss the Flame.
I miss the Bitch.
I miss the Whiskey Dick.
I miss the Youngins. I miss the Drama Queen.
I miss my roomie already. Didn't think I would, at least, not so soon.
I miss the drunks.

It's going to be difficult to go to family parties at my old place.

But this is a change I need. Keep your fingers crossed it's a good change.

2008-07-10T08:23:00.005-06:00

>listening to: bob dylan<

A list of upcoming concerts in Salt Lake City, Utah...

Journey, Jul 11 [I think I heard that they're coming with Heart. Unfortunately, I'm not going. If I hadn't found out today that the concert is tomorrow, I probably would have considered it.]

The Police, Jul 19 [I love The Police! I gave my dad the choice between The Police and Steve Miller Band tickets for Father's Day. After much deliberation, he chose Steve Miller Band... I think he would have chosen The Police, but that day happens to be his and my mother's 25th year anniversary and he wants to take her on a nice getaway.]

Steve Miller Band, Jul 30

The Faint, Jul 30 [I'll be attending the Steve Miller Band concert... I'd personally rather be going to The Police and The Faint, but attending concerts with my entire family is one of my favorite things to do; not a lot of people have the relationship with their parents that I do with mine. So, Steve Miller it is!

Alkaline Trio, Aug 1 [I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE ALKALINE TRIO AGAIN!! Perhaps this concert will renew my admiration for Matt Skiba and the boys... Which seems to have been dulled; as of late, I've lost a bit of my enthusiam for Alkaline Trio- grown somewhat bored. It's odd, because they've been a favorite for several years. Hopefully, the concert will successfully pump Alkaline back into my blood! I took that entire day off of work and plan on being hammered long before going to the Venue.]

Bob Dylan, Aug 31

[Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

I would go see Bob mother fucking Dylan just for this ingenius song! Luckily, though, this is one of many ridiculously inspirational, beautiful songs. He's an amazing songwriter, to say the very least. I'm totally FOR everything he was about: A beatnik, a real hippie, he helped lead the counterculture in the 1960's with anti-war and civil-rights anthems. Not unlike John Lennon and Jim Morrison, who I will, unfortunately, never have an opportunity to see live.
The 60's completely amaze me. I should have been born twenty-five years earlier!...
To have experienced the war; the protests, the sit-ins, the movements- civil rights, women's rights, the riots, the radicals, the revolutions, the people!, the music, the love, the passion, the devotion... Even the heartache, hurt and turmoil, all that is unparalleled with any other time in history. As stupid as it may seem, I find it possible to experience a piece of history whenever I hear, "Yes, an' how many deaths will it take til he knows that too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind... The answer is blowin' in the wind."]

Nine Inch Nails, Sep 3 [Well, now I don't really want to see any later bands because I just convinced myself they are shitty in comparison to bands of the 60's!... Kidding... If the tickets aren't too expensive, I'd like to see Nine Inch Nails... I'm sure I could drag Doug and Bekah along with me, too.]

Coldplay, Nov 22 ["You know how I know you're gay......"]

So, that is my list of up and coming concerts. Hopefully in months to come, I can mark my calendar with Australian Pink Floyd, my favorite concert experience! Also, The Wall is going to be at The Clark Planetarium beginning this weekend!

this is the end...

2008-07-07T12:33:00.003-06:00

>listening to: billy idol<

The 4th of July weekend turned out to be a lot of fun. First/last bbq at the house on Friday, but it still hasn't completely struck me that it's over. Not when my aunt, who is taking over the "lease" from my roommates and I, gave my cousin a tour of their new home, his new bedroom- my bedroom. Not even when I began packing my belongings last night did it cross my mind that in a little over a week, my life will be changing dramatically, that I will be sleeping under a different roof, with less space and freedom.

But everything happens for a reason.

Saturday was spent in Wendover for Dougie's birthday. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, it was a lot of fun.
Although, I'm really not fond of those long rides home through the desert, through nothingness.

That's Life.

2008-07-01T15:48:00.003-06:00

>listening to: frank sinatra<

That's life, that's what all the people say.

You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around....

Selfishness is such an unattractive quality in a person.

R.I.P., Jazmine Hookahrina.

2008-06-30T10:23:00.002-06:00

>listening to: the redundant click clack of the surrounding keyboards... i forgot my ipod today : (<

It's Monday following a strange weekend... I'm at a loss for a description, but it's safe to say it most definitely had it's ups and downs.
Although, it was nice because Ky and I were able to spend time with her friends and family. It was a satisfying change from spending all of our time with my friends. I kept sneaking glances at her, she was smiling a lot. Which is an indefinite reason for me to smile a lot. : )
We held a funeral for our hookah and for my bong on Saturday. Yes, that really is how fantastically original and awesome us Rose Park kids are. We stood around in a circle of fifteen or so, in front of a definitely-not-deep-enough-that-the-next-tenants-won't-dig-up-our-silliness-hole in the backyard, 11 o'clock at night and listened to our drunk minister (my girlfriend, ha) give a tender (and amusing, taking the level of her intoxication into consideration) service. We also buried a party dress that has made it's rounds 'round our house (nearly everyone has jokingly worn it on one party night or another, it also hung out in the freezer for a few weeks.) Though it may sound nonsensical, it was a lot of fun and I enjoyed myself.
We're rapidly approaching our last days in our house. As the time to completely move out draws closer, I become more and more aware of the changes that that entails. I'm sad about it. I won't even be present at the last parties held at my house, the weekend of July 11th & 12th because that weekend also happens to be a weekend I promised Ky I'd go with her to Price. Apartment shopping has slowed down a bit as my mother talked me into moving back home... But hopefully, that will only last until the first of August or until I can find an apartment that is close to home and that I can afford. I can't live at home for long. They just wouldn't appreciate the constant hot lesbian sex and boozin'. Ha.

Home.

2008-06-26T15:16:00.004-06:00

>listening to: neil young<

It's Thirsty Thursday. It hasn't been Thirsty Thursday in.... weeks. Maybe even months. Come to think of it, I haven't had many drunks over to my pad in some time. Perhaps it's the process of moving we're currently going through. Perhaps my house's reign as Numero Uno Party House is over; maybe Little Shit for Brains' (little Zach... We have two Zach/k's, both we refer to as "Shit for Brains". It's just so fitting.) house is the new King. AMY! WE'VE BEEN DE-THRONED!
Well, all I can say about that is, it is about time. A year of constant partying is taking it's toll. With the third 'A' (Aubree) in the Triple A House moved out, the two remaining 'A''s (myself and Amy) will be following her lead shortly. We have a month left in the house on sixth north. It's a little bittersweet, I'll miss the cheap rent, the space and the parties but getting my own apartment will bring even more independence and perhaps assist me in growing up a little. Gross. Gross.... but necessary, I guess.

Amy, Aubs, one of the usuals, Javi and myself. In our yellow kitchen that I'll miss so. Sniffle.

Wish me luck on the apartment hunting.......

...and I don't know how a man decides what's right for his own life.

2008-06-25T13:10:00.003-06:00

>listening to: the flaming lips<

Today is absolutely horrendous.
Still recovering from the removal of two of my wisdom teeth.
It's been a GODDAMN WEEK! How long does recovery take!?
The loritabs are running low....
After being out of the office for a week, I decided it was a good idea to take on a thirteen hour day.
Not smart.
I want to take the cord of my headset and HANG MYSELF IN THE LADIES' ROOM.
Not to mention, my thoughts keep returning to preposterous things that only upset me.
Let's add attempted suicide to the mix. But not an amusing, mention of mock suicide used to accord emphasis to pure discomfort as in two sentences preceding this one.
A real attempt to take one's life.

I need to drink from the Cup of Life.
(it's actually Life and vodka.)

Wonderful Tonight.

2008-06-10T11:49:00.003-06:00

>listening to: eric clapton<

This past weekend was a memorable one.

Coming out to my aunt was difficult and just think, I have to do it eight more times. (My mother has ten brothers and sisters... Hope I can just lump some of them into one awkward situation.) But finally telling someone about it made it official. I really like this girl. I like her enough to stir up some controversy in my otherwise calm family life.

Then I finally asked her to be my girlfriend.

What a way to celebrate Pride weekend. : )

You don't need to be coy, Roy.

2008-06-04T13:58:00.002-06:00

>listening to: paul simon<

So, the past two consecutive nights, I've dreamt of wedding rings.
I, Amanda Best, the ultimate bachelorette; the one with no vision of marriage in her future, have been dreaming of a huge, glistening rock positioned accordingly on my left ring finger.

I remember very little from the first dream. In fact, the only thing to leave an indentation in my memory was my left hand. I was looking down at it, fingers spread, nails freshly French manicured, all of my attention focused on an exceptionally large, sparkling diamond. I recall saying, somewhat cynically, "My ring is so pretty!" I sensed what could have been one or multiple presences, but I wasn't made aware of who the presences were.

The next dream had a bit more depth. The details of the dream were haunting; the kind that, in the early seconds of waking from slumber, force you to pick apart the dream from reality because it was so solid, so real.
I may have been disappointed as I shook the dream from my hair or I may have been grateful, I'm not entirely sure.
This one entailed an even larger rock and a failed proposal. That's where the disappointment came in, but I recall thinking, "He loved me enough to almost actually propose to me."
It was a sad dream, though; I spent the majority of it heavy-heartedly searching for the diamond that had fallen from the ring.

Today, I looked up the meaning of dreams with wedding rings prevalant in them. I gathered from most of the online dream dictionaries that it signified eternal love, completeness, happiness and perhaps a development in a relationship. This baffled me as neither of the dreams left me with a feeling of happiness or completeness. In fact, I was left feeling empty. The dreams didn't provoke a happy feeling; they were melancholy and brooding. Yet, I harbored a curious, eager feeling.....

Hmm.... Well, regardless, I'm not ready to wear one of those things yet. Word to your mother.

Battle of the Bands.

2008-05-27T11:45:00.000-06:00

>listening to: TNA by 50 ways to leave your lover<
(check 'em out at http://www.myspace.com/fiftywaystoleaveyourlover! dooooo it!)

Luckily, Stef's concert fell on a Sunday. The Sunday on Memorial weekend at that, what good fortune! Kylee and I had spent Saturday evening at Jes and Justin's cabin (a good time is not unlikely to be had in the Uintas with booze and good company) but we had to return early on Sunday to assure we made it to Stef's concert.

I cannot emphasize how talented Stef is. With the help of her band mate, Secily, who flew in from LA to accompany her onstage, they tore it up! They really are incredible. Pablo and I were running late to the show. Ky was already there because she's the band manager. She kept calling, "Where are you guys? They're about to go on!" I was prepared to get another speeding ticket. I repeated, over and over, "If I miss my song, I'll be so pissed. I'll be so pissed!"

As we entered the Avalon, the familiarity of Stef's beautifully melancholy croon enveloped me and I was filled with a fervent excitement. Their set had just begun with Too Bad So Sad. Hearing all of the songs that I've sat and listened to with fascination in Stef's apartment, amplified and filling a large theatre was chilling, astounding. Can you imagine the feeling that overcame me when she began playing my song, throwing a wink in my direction before striking the first chord? It was almost overwhelming. I teared up per usual, but I almost couldn't keep myself from sobbing! Holding Kylee's hand, being a part of something that's so much bigger than myself.... It's towering intensity took hold of me and I lost myself in the moment.

Secily's presence actually completed my 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover experience as prior to the performance, I'd never had the opportunity to see Stef and Secily play together. Her contribution definitely enhanced the performance. She tweaked TNA; the two of them playing my song together literally took my breath away.

50 Ways was followed by a Christian rock band that was absolutely horrendous. It might not be kind to say that I would perfer nails on a chalkboard for a half hour to this ghastly performance, but it's not a lie. Even though they'd looked down on my lesbian canoodling with 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover's band manager while backstage, seconds before they went onstage, I decided I'd give them a chance. My attempt to be open minded toward a Christian rock band named Phoenix Rising was ripped to shreds by the utterly unpleasant sound they were putting out. There were too many of them onstage, too much going on. But, you know how popular religion is- it didn't matter that they weren't talented. The majority of the audience was there for them, which may have been discouraging to the remaining members of the auidence who were undoubtedly there for 50 Ways. BUT! We refused to be beat. The winners were determined by crowd response and it was obvious that it would come down to 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover and Phoenix Rising....

Thanks to the screaming lesbians rushing the stage, 50 Ways was called as one of the two winners! Congratulatory hugs were rained upon Stef, Secily and Kylee as a fan of one of the other bands attempted to begin a riot.

Needless to say, the Christian rock band's crowd made enough noise to get them the winner's spot next to 50 Ways. I'm not sure exactly how first and second place will be determined from there. Hopefully talent will reign and 50 Ways will receive the recognition they deserve! First place comes with $500, studio time and submission to five major record companies.

Wouldn't that be fucking ridiculously awesome if they made it?

I'll keep you updated.

Phew. Sorry, once I get started on a music topic, the words just flow out!

The rest of the weekend mostly consisted of this:

Life.

2008-05-23T10:52:00.000-06:00

Dear Life,

I hate my job.
But not as much as I did yesterday.
Thanks for throwing that raise my way.
That was a great way to tell me not to give up at this shit hole.
Thank you, Life. Thank you.

Yours,
Amanda

got my mind on my money.

2008-05-20T12:18:00.000-06:00

>listening to: anathallo<

I took Kylee on a picnic near Jordanelle last night. It's FINALLY perfect weather to spend time in the mountains!

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter,
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.

But then the mood was RUINED by a smack in the face with a speeding ticket. C'mon, officer. It was a steep decline! Cut me some slack!
So, there goes my plans for a brand new Specialized bike. Unless, of course, my dear friend Derek can "hook it up". We'll see. A new bike is really the one thing I want as of now, the only thing I have a desire to spend my money on.
I must keep in mind, though, that I need to pay for tuition next semester, which seems to be coming up quickly. In reality, spring semester just ended, but when it comes to money, it'll be here before I know it.

the eagle flies with the dove.

2008-05-13T12:25:00.001-06:00

>listening to: crosby, stills & nash<

Don't be angry, don't be sad
Don't sit cryin' over good times you had
There's a girl, right next to you
And she's just waiting for something to do...

If you can't be with the one you love,
Love the one you're with.

show me the way to the next whiskey bar.

2008-05-08T12:17:00.001-06:00

>listening to: alabama song & all my lovin', one after another. OH, DON'T ASK WHY!<

I'm in a good mood today. Tonight when I get off of work, we're going to take a road trip to Wyoming to fill up one of the kegs. I predict Ky and I will split our classic bottle of cheap whiskey and pull it in the backseat til we're nice and inebriated, while we watch the Uinta mountains pass on either sides of us, Amy cruisin', blastin- I don't know, maybe Coheed & Cambria?

Sounds like my kind of Thursday.

Son, can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes... But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when I wore the younger man's clothes.

Whoa is Me.

2008-05-07T11:30:00.000-06:00

>listening to: dredg<

Yesterday's end threw me an unexpected twist that put a damper on my optimistic bike riding spirits, but was solved rather easily. Yet, I was still discouraged. Today's stormy weather is a not only a reflection of, but also a cause of my melancholy mood and feeling of defeat.
Blah. My throat is scratchy; I can forsee a cold in my near future. I feel like I'm sick more often than I'm not. Constantly taking Airborne, Nyquil, Dayquil, Emergen-C and blah blah blah. Perhaps I should see a doctor. Or perhaps I should begin taking better care of myself.

Speaking of taking better care of myself, let's take a step in the utmost opposite direction, to the almost ritualistic killing of my liver. The Triple A House is having one of its infamous keggers this weekend. Can never tell if I'm excited for a swelling of drunks to choke my hallways or not.

Guess we shall see.

Feelin' Jim Dandy...

2008-05-06T09:25:00.000-06:00

>listening to: Elton John<

...because I rode my bike to work.
You know what I'm talking about. The Diwali episode of The Office, when Jim rides his bike into the office in Stamford, sweating and feeling quite accomplished.
Yeah, that's me.
I felt just as Jim did, locking up my bike. Smiling. Didn't care that I was dripping sweat. Squinting my eyes in the mid-morning glare I looked up at the Marriott logo on the building above the bike racks, I felt radiant, resplendent! Having ridden such a long distance for a purpose such as work, instead of driving!- for me, that was an incredible feat. And something I've wanted to do for a very long time.
Only good can come of this. I hope I don't lose my motivation to ride to work every day. I doubt I will; riding is one of my favorite things to do. It will make my new (shitty) hours at work not so bad. Besides, umm.. gas? Hello? Yeah.

So, I'm just in an overall good mood. Kylee is buying me La Frontera for dinner.

i know i'll often stop and think about them.

2008-05-02T13:45:00.002-06:00

>listening to: in my life, johnny cash version<

Yesterday evening, I attended a dinner party at Stef's house with Kylee. I always enjoy myself to the fullest when my time is spent at Stef's. I love when she picks up her guitar, she's so talented. Every time she and Ky sing my song, I can't help but tear up. No one has ever written a song for me. Needless to say, I feel special when someone who has been a musician her entire life sings a song that was written with me (and Traci) in mind.
The food was delicious, the drinks did the job and the company was just how I like it. I smiled, even though I've been a bit down lately. Didn't let the fact that my new hours at work will totally interfere with many upcoming concerts, including Stef's, break my cheery satisfaction.

Then on the drive home, a memory filled my ears and leaked into my mind. Even though I'd resisted successfully for a few weeks, I finally let myself realize [omitted] I still miss him

and I still love him.

Despite the beatiful girl that spends every waking moment making me smile.

...and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes...

2008-04-30T08:52:00.000-06:00

>listening to: dark side of the moon<

This morning, I was shaken to consciousness by the obnoxious nagging of my alarm.

I dread waking up most mornings, but today was one of the worst. After having returned from a much needed, amazing trip to beautiful San Francisco, I was slapped back into reality by an extreme, growing hatred and a profound unease for my job and for my living arrangements.

I looked her in the face, as we sat on the floor inside the recently repaired bed frame, I looked her in the face and I thought,

"She is the only thing that makes sense to me right now."

Plastic Wings and Plastic Smiles.

2008-04-16T10:04:00.004-06:00

>listening to: alkaline trio<

Five long days stand between beautiful San Francisco and me.
Only five days of sitting behind this glaring computer screen, enduring the boring consistency of my life.
In five days, I will be enjoying seventy degree weather (even if it's just...ahem...lower seventies.) rather than being thrown around on this roller coaster ride that is Utah weather.
I need this vacation! I'd be lying if I said my patience for the constant whining and selfishness has not worn thin. Because it has.
Traci laughed about his behavior on Saturday. Luckily, for everyone involved, the person's of whom's feelings she was inadvertently disregarding was not present at the time. In all honesty, it definitely was a humorous situation but I wasn't able to openly laugh at it.
At least not at the time it was happening. You can count your lucky stars I was laughing at his drugged ass stumbling all over my front room, when she couldn't hear me, when she couldn't be insensible and blame her anger on my encouraging him by laughing. I've learned my lesson as far as that goes.
It's ridiculous for her to channel her anger in other directions, in her friends (?) directions. It isn't my fault he loves his drugs more than he loves her. OUCH! So blunt, so deliciously, cruelly frank. Wish I had the nerve to say it to her face. Trust me, I know it isn't the most favorable thing to say to someone in such a frail situation, someone who is ready to snap all of the time... Someone I've considered a very close friend for nearly a decade... But she doesn't mind that she's allowing our friendship to deteriorate due to her selfishness, so why should I?

But I do.

GODDAMN LSD! Freakin hippie wannabes that I hang out with.

Leaving the wannabes to hang with the real hippies...

Just five more days, just five more days...........

Think I'll Pack it in & Buy a Pick-up, Take it Down to L.A.

2008-04-14T14:11:00.000-06:00

I allow my good spirits to be broken for foolish reasons.

Yesterday Zack said, "This is one of the Sunday's I will always remember. Next Sunday, I will remember THIS Sunday... Today, I couldn't even tell you what I was doing last Sunday."
It was an awesome day.

Look how cute my boys are.

I saw an old familiar face in one of the usual places. I did what I do best in these types of situations, I ignored it. I was painfully aware of her presence, as her eyes burned holes into me. But I didn't make any indication that I had acknowledged her. I'm sure I'm not the only one who deals with this type of situation in this way.
I was standing next to one of the most beautiful, genuine people I've ever had the opportunity of calling a friend. I'm not ashamed of her in any way, no one who knows her would be. But a tiny voice from my immature past was nagging me, something about caring about what people who I no longer, for loss of words, give a shit about, think.
I suppressed that voice, though and walked right past an old acquaintance with my arm around the girl I am dating.

Finally.

2008-04-07T14:45:00.000-06:00

This past weekend was incredible.
It helped me to redefine relationships with some of the people I surround myself with. I was also reminded of the reasons I consider them my friends; sadly, I was beginning to forget. But I was also reminded that they aren't superficial reasons, they are solid, undeniable.
It was something I most definitely needed.
A weekend we all needed.
Perhaps we're all stronger than we've been in awhile.
I'm stronger than I have been since he left and it's just getting better.

Finally.

A new week, new tattoo and a new place to record my thoughts...

2008-03-31T08:48:00.000-06:00

Perhaps you will conveniently stumble upon me like I have conveniently (and will consistently) stumbled upon you...

My arm is throbbing ridiculously under my sleeve. I'm worried about later today when I have to face the music. But the pain and having Mom mad at me for like, thirty seconds (and every time she sees it, oops.) is worth it! I'm quite fond of my new tat, glad I finally went and got another one. I think people view tattoos differently. Maybe they aren't for you, but don't close your mind to them.... It's still art. You know what I mean? Someone is taking time and their talent to create art, on your skin. Something you'll be able to admire your entire life. Hopefully somewhere down the line I won't regret getting a tattoo of a phonograph on my inner arm... But really? It's a phonograph. Where all music began! Phonographs are beautiful inventions. I hope to get a vintage Edison Victrola with a blue horn one day in my life. I saw an incredible one on Ebay a few months back, but it's something I'm not going to be able to afford until I make my first million. ; )

Today it is fairly busy at work, but that's a Monday here at Marriott Rewards for ya. God, I'm getting sick to death of being on the phone! I need a change, a new department, perhaps a new job altogether? PERHAPS A NEW LIFE ALTOGETHER!

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm suffering)
Listen to me baby.
It's my heart that's a suffering (Help me I'm dying)
It's a dying, that's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Still can't believe I got into the argument that I did this past weekend, with who I got into it with. It was definitely a long time coming, but I thought I did a fantastic job controlling myself over that situation in the past. I feel like I've been nothing but a good friend about it. Actually defending a behavior I don't necessarily agree with, kind of like the time at the Brand New concert when Amy's little drunken ass was talking shit to those people for no reason, I said, "She might be acting irrational, but don't think I don't have her back," making sure the white guy giving her attitude had heard me. She was acting crazy but I supported her in her craziness because she's my friend. It is the same thing with the situation that sparked the argument this weekend, except this has gone on for far too long and I've finally lost all of my patience for it. Like Aubree said, "She's been mean to so many people, she can't be mean to you about it."
But hopefully, everything works out in her favor. And that this won't put a damper on our friendship.